tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post1707010547126965914..comments2023-04-12T10:47:02.859-05:00Comments on Flower of The Family: MikeJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-63991275913540860982008-03-15T17:09:00.000-05:002008-03-15T17:09:00.000-05:00My momma always told me to believe the end with th...My momma always told me to believe the end with the teeth. Ignore a wagging tail if the teeth end were growlin at ya. Good advice I say.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-14531943102841757702008-03-15T16:59:00.000-05:002008-03-15T16:59:00.000-05:00Once Mike was in Dad's truck looking out the windo...Once Mike was in Dad's truck looking out the window. I went over to say hi to him. He nearly bit my hand off. It made me love him even more!!!Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10766308140618773334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-9884679869460573702008-03-15T01:06:00.000-05:002008-03-15T01:06:00.000-05:00Ahhh, Mike. He's the dog from my childhood. I was ...Ahhh, Mike. He's the dog from my childhood. I was always a little scared of him, rightly so I think.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11155942148979194567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580132779723127459.post-35481760424984355632008-03-14T23:15:00.000-05:002008-03-14T23:15:00.000-05:00Your Uncle V would ask "Mike, where's the squirrel...Your Uncle V would ask "Mike, where's the squirrel?" and Mike would look for the squirrel on the top of the utility pole in front of their house. He was a good dog.Momsthewordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794683299776977697noreply@blogger.com