City
Asheville

My Story
I don't remember much of my life before I found my forever home, but I think it involved pickups that burnt oil and a cigarette smoker, because every time I experience those things I perk up.

I do remember my days in the old adoption center, luckily I behaved myself enough that I got a nice little pillow to call a bed. One day my future forever-mom came and I got her attention, and even though she was looking for a bigger dog I stole her heart. She left and came back with my future sister but I guess I upset her by sniffing her butt too much because they left. I was so sad that I stayed curled up on my little pillow for a whole day. When she returned with my future forever-dad I could tell that he too was a skeptical about a little guy like me but I eventually won him over. Picking them was the best decision I've made in my life.

When I was brought in for adoption they started calling me Gulliver, and thank goodness that my new family thought that didn't match. They needed an easy name for my Grandma to remember and I was a little prancy back them so they settled on Mike, after Mikhail Baryshnikov. I like it.

My life is great now; I'm the head of the pack and get the best food and the comfiest bed. I lead my pack on walks and pick the direction we go every day. When my humans are off during the day picking up their other-place scents I get to keep my Grandma company. Dad took this picture of me watching and waiting for Mom to get home.