A number of years ago ,, This guy two houses down had this dog named Micky ,
This Loser of a person would leave Micky out side all year long , Heat , cold , snow .
Now then , I cut the old guys grass next door and would give Micky food and water .
One day , Micky got out of the fence and showed up on my back porch ,, My dad was so happy to make a new friend and did not want me to take Micky back .
A week goes by and this Loser moved out and just left Micky in the yard .
This dog came to live with us and my father and micky were best friend .
Dad was old and I think that Micky helped my dad live longer .
When dad pased away Micky was sad and with in a week he went to sleep and joined my father