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| Mickey |
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My first pet was a black Pomeranian called Mickey. Along with Mickey, my grandparents had a mixed Siberian husky. These two dogs were two of the most intelligent dogs I have known. They were beautiful and amazing companions. They were not obnoxious dogs. They were very calm, yet fun. I use to love taking them out to the front lawn and playing with them on hot summer afternoons. Although Phanny belonged to my grandparents, I always felt like she was more my pet. She had a little house--that my grandpa built her--where she would spend most of her time. By the time I was born, she had already been in my family for around six years. She was old and possessive over her owners but she was loving. I do have to admit that she loved my grandpa the most. He was the person that brought her into the home; and, he was the person that built her a home. My grandpa really loved her, as well. As for Mickey, he was tiny compared to Phanny. He used to love getting into Phanny's little home--which she did not find amusing. He was always excited when he saw me. I grew up with him. Although he was relatively old (in dog years) by the time he became ours, he had a soul of a young puppy. When they both passed away, I was very sad. They were the two only two animals I had. They passed away in the same year, which was horrible. I miss them so much, but I am thankful for the years I had with them.
Till Next Time,
Jax
