feddoc
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I got up early this morning so I could hook up the trailer and go pick up my bike. Decided I would take Micah since he loves riding so much. Anyway, as I was heading to the pen I called him...but no reply. I knew he was gone. Micah lived to be 8 and he had a very good life as a Husky. I figured we would run by Jack in the Box; a sourdough burger for me and he would get a plain burger with fries.
I remember his first hunting trip with us was in 02, just after we got him...he was maybe 8 months old. We were packing up and I had a small buck on the bed of my truck that I was cutting up so it would fit in the coolers. It was snowing pretty good. Anyway, I was cutting of scraps of meat for him and he would gobble them up as quick as I could toss them his way. Then I noticed he was taking the meat scraps around the corner, so I followed him. He wasn't eating all of them. I guess when his belly got full, he decided to save them for later. He would take a chunk of meat, sit it down, then root out a hole in the snow and bury it. I guess he thought he would be able to get to it later in the day.
Micah was getting older, I could see it in his eyes the last couple of years. So, this year, at the risk of insulting his Husky background, I put an IR heater in his doghouse. I didn't think he would use it since, in years past, he would often sleep in the snow. I guess he figured it was a good deal because this year he spent most of the nighttime hours inside where it was warm.
Last night when I fed him he was his same goofy self. We played for a few minutes, then I went inside to get dinner ready for my son and I.
This pic is of his first night with us.
Compromise, hell! ... If freedom is right and tyranny is wrong, why should those who believe in freedom treat it as if it were a roll of bologna to be bartered a slice at a time?
I remember his first hunting trip with us was in 02, just after we got him...he was maybe 8 months old. We were packing up and I had a small buck on the bed of my truck that I was cutting up so it would fit in the coolers. It was snowing pretty good. Anyway, I was cutting of scraps of meat for him and he would gobble them up as quick as I could toss them his way. Then I noticed he was taking the meat scraps around the corner, so I followed him. He wasn't eating all of them. I guess when his belly got full, he decided to save them for later. He would take a chunk of meat, sit it down, then root out a hole in the snow and bury it. I guess he thought he would be able to get to it later in the day.
Micah was getting older, I could see it in his eyes the last couple of years. So, this year, at the risk of insulting his Husky background, I put an IR heater in his doghouse. I didn't think he would use it since, in years past, he would often sleep in the snow. I guess he figured it was a good deal because this year he spent most of the nighttime hours inside where it was warm.
Last night when I fed him he was his same goofy self. We played for a few minutes, then I went inside to get dinner ready for my son and I.
This pic is of his first night with us.
![sittingup.jpg](http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b328/molon_labe/sittingup.jpg)
Compromise, hell! ... If freedom is right and tyranny is wrong, why should those who believe in freedom treat it as if it were a roll of bologna to be bartered a slice at a time?