I found Mischief when he was so small he fit into the palm of my hand. Someone had tried to drown he and his siblings in the lake but they got out and made it to shore. He was the only one brave enough to check me out. With his wet spikey hair and huge attitude, I picked him up and we drove home. He cleaned himself up and immediately went to sleep. He so lived up to his name Mischief and was a great joy to me for over 15 years. His favorite pass time was to watch people work...with an expression of "I can do that - just give me some tools". Always in the thick of the action he delighted my mother in her last year.

His best friend, when I wasn't home, was my German Shepherd Misha who still feels the loss of her companion and friend. Mischief is buried in my back yard with a bird bath and feeder close by. I am sure he appreciates that. He is much missed.

Anne
Clemson, SC