He lost his leg about 7 or 8 years ago after a run-in with a car. He was a high strung, barky, high strung, bad breath, separation anxiety, high strung dog and taught me that I will never ever ever get a Min Pin. But once you got passed all of that, he was a pretty cool dog. When I still lived at my parents house and dog-sat for him, he would crawl under the covers and snuggle up (Shhhh! Don't tell my dad the dog was on the bed!) and when Icon was around 7 months old and I took him on a trip to Canada, it was Ike that taught him how pee on one leg, not that Ike had a choice in the matter!
RIP Ike.
Photos from my visit home in July 2006
My three nephews
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