Mikey had an accident on Sunday.

     On Sunday after noon, I was going up stairs from the basement and our black lab Rascal beat me up the stairs and out on to the main floor. I was fine with this until about 20 minutes later I hear Mikey screaming bloody murder. I rushed over to him and had to pull Rascal of of his face. Yeap sweet little Rascal visicousely attacked Mikey and I have no idea why.

     We took Mikey to the emergency room. He had to have surgery to repair a torn tear duct. It was his right eye, that entire side of the face and the top of his head that got hurt. It looked real bad but the doctors said that it really was not that bad.

     Mikey has been doing really great since the accident. He is acting like nothing ever happened. He is even playing with dogs again.  We have kept him home from day care all week. He really needed to keep hid fingers out of his eyes. Which would be hard at daycare because you have tons of other kids sticking there hands in his face.

     We decided that it would be best to put Rascal down because we just couldn’t trust him anymore around the kids and no one would want to adopt a dog knowing that they are a bite risk.  So on tuesday Ron and I did the most hardest thing we have ever had to do. We took Rascal to the Vet and had him put done. We both cried like babies for about two days. I know what he did to Mikey was wrong but, it didn’t make the decision any easier to make.  I miss him so much. He was my dog. We got him in Hawaii before I was susposed to go to Iraq. He was a good dog. He just did something extremely horrible. He was only three and a half years old.