Michael was born February 14, 1992 in a suburb of Dallas. I was at a business seminar for a week and all I heard from the lady who sat next to me was about puppies. She wanted one, I thought she was crazy. On the last day of the seminar, she asked me to go see the puppies, they were huge, fortunately, I saw the adults and had a clue of what they would become! This one puppy sat on my foot and wouldn't go away. I moved and he came back to my foot, I sat down and he was in my lap. Well the momma's boy had a home.
He and my daughter had a terrible sibling rivalry. But to placate her, he would bring her presents of headless rabbits, leaving them on her side of car so she could start her day with a present from her brother.
Of all the seasons, he liked the winter the best. His coat was softer, he felt better. When we moved to the Ozarks, he was in heaven. Lots of room, the grass was soft, in the winter, the ticks weren't as bad. And all the people loved him, and talked to him, and pet him. Heaven!
There have been several times the past couple of years that I thought I would lose him, he had nasty tumors that flared up, his hips were giving out when he tried to run with the other dogs. Michael wanted to run and play and his hips were not cooperating, another tumor was flaming up on his side and he was getting very testy. I called my daughter, she helped me see that he was running down fast, he had a good life. He was loved, he loved us.

Michael you were a pretty, great, big golden dog!
Feb.14, 1992-May 5, 2004