Mike the Dog!

Okay, palette cleanser after talking about the Pandemic. This is my hound, Mike the Dog! Rescue we adopted 7 years ago. He’s about 11 or 12 now. He was trained unofficially as a service animal (no didn’t take him on planes or anything) but was trained to respond to “Fall!” Which means I’m going down and he needs to get my ass up again. Hey, he’s an 85 lb pitbull mastiff so can take my weight. But sadly, he’s retired. He’s an old boy now and enjoys sleeping. And sleeping. Pooping. And sleeping. And vegetables. He’s a veggie monster. I can cook a steak at home he sleeps. He hears me chopping vegetables. Oh he’s on me requiring celery, carrots, zucchini etc. He ate my whole vegetable garden, would even wait for the fruit to ripen before harvesting. Even the Jalapeños!!