Prior to adopting him, the apartment I was living at wouldn't allow dogs, unless there was a doctor's note. Luckily (but not really) the boyfriend at the time had some heart issues crop up and his doctor wrote him a note to have a dog for stress relief.
Enter in Mick, formerly Mickey. He had been picked up as a stray, wouldn't play with toys and for the most part lounged on the couch unless the word walk was mentioned. Then he'd prance and his tail would wag crazily. He became my best friend and adventure buddy.
Mick is now the ripe age of 8is or 9is, but still prances around like a puppy when he hears the word walk or car ride. He loves car rides, bones, barking and playing chase. He does get nervous from time to time when there are fireworks, fire, loud noises and large amounts of people. Going back and looking at pictures of him, he's changed a lot in appearance, though his knack for not looking at the camera is still there!
Mick, also known as Buddy, Buggy and Mii.
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