Life and Times of a Service Dog Growing Up
Mike didn't make it as a service dog. It was a combination of my fault, his food drive, and some other habits of his that I couldn't redirect or put on cue. For example, Mike smiles.
That's not a snarl; that's a smile. Honest.
It was a tough decision to make. Mike will still retrieve things for me and he is a big clown, exactly what I need. He is one big wiggle and I love every bit of it.
Which brings us to the now. My websites were hacked, including this one. In trying to fix everything, I made another tough decision and that was to take this site down. It, like Mike, was fun and what I needed at the time.
If anyone happens to come here in the meantime and has any questions, please feel free to contact me.