Mikail


Toy Poodle [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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"NONE CAN EVER FILL YOUR PAW PRINTS IN MY HEART! 29 May 2013, about an hour before crossing over the Rainbow Bridge"

Home:Baltimore, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

after a trip to the groomer

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"after a trip to the groomer"

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Mommy

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"Mommy's Baby Boy!"

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Round and round he goes-when he'll stop, nobody knows! Can you guess why I was named after the male Russian ballet dancer, Mikhail Baryshnikov?

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"Round and round he goes-when he'll stop, nobody knows! Can you guess why I was named after the male Russian ballet dancer, Mikhail Baryshnikov?"

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Nicknames:
Stinky-doo (no idea why this came about "cause he doesn't actually stink), Mikail Edward, Mikailie-Whiley

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Badges:
Trupanion Pet InsuranceRainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
June 23rd 1999

Likes:
Playing with his ball-and if you won't join in the fun, no problem, he rolls it around with his nose and hides it under his blanket all by himself-he even runs to the top of the stairs and pushes it down! Also, going for "walkies" &having his chest rubbed

Pet-Peeves:
He's a worry wart-even has an ulcer from it. He can't stand to be behind closed doors-I mean honestly-how's he supposed to protect Mommy? He THINKS he's a BIG dog and his sure if he barks enough (well, actually it's more like SCREAMS) then we'llall agre

Favorite Toy:
Any thing that even remotely resembles a ball--and that even includes a grape! He doesn't like squekie toys. He will occasionally toss around a stuffed animal. He likes to be under the covers, and also inside his "pup" tent!

Favorite Food:
Not dog food, that's for sure,but Mom insists it's what's best. He's such a fussy, finicky, picky eater. Once he went 3 days without eating-he was holding out for "real" food (aka "people food")...after 3 days, yes, Mommy gave in and he got some chicken!

Favorite Walk:
ANYWHERE that is outside--regardless of the weather! Never mind he's only 7" tall and the snow's 12 inches deep! He even loves to watch out the window-I think he may have been a cat in a former life, 'cause he likes to lay in the sun!

Best Tricks:
He can find his ball anywhere! He will show you where it is when you ask him, including going and staring, pointed nose & stiff legged, if it's in a place he can't get to. Dancing on his hind legs and also spinning in circles-it's how he got his name.

Arrival Story:
Prayer of a Stray Dear God please send me somebody who'll care! I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair My body is aching, it's so racked with pain And dear God I pray as I run in the rain That someone will love me and give me a home A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone My last owner tied me all day in the yard Sometimes with no water and God that was hard! So I chewed my leash God; and I ran away To rummage in garbage; and live as a stray But now God I'm tired; and hungry and cold And I'm Oh so afraid; that I'll never grow old They've chased me with sticks; hit me with stones While I run the streets; just looking for bones I'm not really bad God; please help if you can For I have become just another; "victim of man!" I'm wormy dear God; and I'm ridden with fleas and all that I ever wanted; was an owner to please If you find one for me God; I'll try to be good I won't chew their shoes; and I'll do as I should I'll love them; protect them; and try to obey When they tell me to sit; to lie down or to stay! I don't think I'll make it; too long on my own Cause I'm getting so weak; and I'm Oh so alone Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry Cause I'm so afraid God; that I'm gonna die I've got so much love; and devotion to give That I should be given; a new chance to live So dear God please; oh please; answer my prayer and send me to somebody; who will really care That is dear God; if You're really there! John Quealy

Bio:
A Dog’s Plea Treat me kindly my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear. Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. And my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing, and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my face was always safest in your hands.

The Groups I'm In:
**-Dogs and Cats of Maryland-**, ♫ THE KIT KAT CLUB ♫ ®, ♥All Fur Fun♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, Baltimore Barkers, Charm City Dogs, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Maryland Dog Owners, Poodleville University, Senior Citizen Status, Trupanion Pet Insurance Clubhouse, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Blessing of the Animals

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 12th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
519504

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My Baby Boy Has Crossed over the Rainbow Bridge

May 30th 2013 12:19 pm
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On March 15, 2013 Mikail was diagnosed with CRF (Chronic Renal Failure, kidney failure). Yesterday, 29 May 2013, shortly before 1pm, I had to free him from his pain. I can't put in to words my grief; my heart is so broken. His body failed him way before his spirit failed; and yet his love never failed. I have had to make all the notifications: family, friends, pet insurance co, microchip company, all the vets, groomer and many more. With each call the words stuck at the back of my throat as I struggled to get them out. My mind went over and over what to say: Mikail is gone, I have lost Mikail, Mikail has left me, Mikail has been set free, Mikail has been called home, Mikail has passed away, Mikail has crossed the Rainbow Bridge...there were so many ways to say it, yet none of them seemed right, none of them could explain what had just happened, none of them seemed like it was possible. Mikail had been by my side through so many things in my life; marriages, divorces, other pets, deaths, friends and family came and went, moving house to house and state to state, during my time in the military and during my time in civilian life, different jobs, and so many, many more of life's challenges. For the last few years it has just been Mikail and I, and we were so happy together. Mikail was my world, my life. On more than one occasion through all our years together, Mikail was my sole reason for getting out of bed. This morning, for the first time, I am having to start my morning without him by my side...and I don't know how that can even be possible. How can this day have come?

 

Sometimes life is like chasing your tail-round & round and- trying not too get too dizzy

July 30th 2011 7:48 am
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Hello Everyone,
My mom says she wants all our dogster friends to know that we are still here on Dogster, it's just been ruff for awhile. You know, sometimes life can get more full of picking up poop then it can with chasing balls. After my sister Fawn went to the Bridge, mom just dug-in deep with working, and also with trying to raise awareness about puppymills (they are the monsters that sent Fawn to the Bridge). And then I started needing some surgeries to remove lumps. Although they hurt, mom was happy (geesh, humans! they sure are doggone hard to figure out). She said the surgeries gave her barkarific news becaiuse they meant that I don't have "the big "C"", which is what sent my sister Sasha to the Bridge. Mom was really sad though because when I woke up from the last surgery, I woke up totally deaf! Mom was crying so hard and so much. I licked her face all the time and tried to show her I was ok. She spent a lot of time on the computer with her friends in the puppymill rescue group and they all told her to watch me and see: although she is upset I will adapt like nothing is any different. It took a lot of licking and running around, but I think mom finally saw that they are right; I am enjoying life like I always did. but life-ahh-that crazy whilrwind...Unfortunately, it's hard to play fetch for fun when the balls keep bouncing and sending you crazy...see, now I need another surgery! This one is to remove a piece of bone that is causing me pain in my little bitty elbow. Mom is scared to pieces about another surgery, but she says I will feel better when it is removed. I didn't want to worry mom, so I tried hard to be brave and run around anyway so she wouldn't notice, but mom says she can tell "something is just not right". So yesterday she took me to see an Orthopedic specialist and he agrees that this is what is best. I heard mom whispering to him something about my age and me thinking I am a young pup, but them knowing different. Mom went on to say to the docter that it doesn't matter to her if I am aging, and deaf, and losing my eyesight now, nor would it matter to her if I limped, because she will love me just as much as ever. She said she just wants me to be pain-free and have a "good quality of life"...I am not sure why she said that because I already love my life BOL When the doctor left the room mom started whispering in my ear. I know this was a serious heart-to-heart mom was having with me because she got all choked up....oh, mom says that she feels it is finally time that she write a tribute on my sister Fawn's page so I have to get off the computer now. Paws up to all our friends and nose-licks on your faces!

 

All in a Doggie Day: No cookies, yucky clothes, monster- camera but lots of fun and love

May 2nd 2007 6:00 am
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Yesterday was a bit of a boring day. Mommy was busy making 300+ cookies (and she said I couldn't even have any-hump!). That kept her so busy we really didn't have a lot of time together.
I kept waiting for us to go to sleep, like we always do in the day because she works at night...and just about the time I was giving up all hope of fun, mommy surprised me----she took me out in the yard and threw the ball to me over and over. I was having such fun!
Then she went and got that black thingy with the flashing light that I really don't like (she calls it a camera, I call it a monster). She made me put on a few outfits, too-yuck, yuck, and more yuck!
But, after that was over, guess what she did? She hugged me and told me what a good boy I am and that she loves me and that I am mommy's baby (I like when she talks like that)--but BEST OF ALL---she got down in the grass and rolled around with me and let me jump on her tummy (which must tickle 'cause it made her laugh!). I wish every doggie and kitty and other companions all had mommies to "fuss" over them! I think, no I KNOW, that us dogster pups are so lucky to have mommies like that! But my mommy says it's the mommies that are so lucky to have US...she says that we "fuss" over our mommies too---and here I was, thinking that she didn't understand what all my yapping was about!

 
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