Meet Mickey. He was the first dog I loved. He belonged to my grandparents when I was younger and put up with my cousin and I leading him through “obstacle courses” with a Pringle just out of reach. My Grandpa would wake me up during my visits by letting Mickey into the guest room where he would place his paws on the bed and I’d get so excited to see the fluffy cuteness. He never growled nor bit. In retrospect–I probably deserved a bite sometimes because I did not understand anything about dogs, but he happily put up with every giant hug and enforced cuddle in return for Pringles, walks, and fleece covered laps.
Mickey was an amazing dog and I think he’d be proud to know all I try to do now for animals.