he will go down in history for pooping on cassie's towel

Today my dog Mitcho was put down. I haven't stopped crying all day and because of it I've given myself a tear induced migraine that makes it painful to lift my head. Mitcho was my favorite little man in the world and I'm pretty positive I had more nicknames for him than anyone else in my life (Mooker, Mookastika, Mitcholina, Mitzy, Bussaboy, Bussie, Mookie, Moo, Dinkyboy). My family also had two songs that we wrote about him.

MITCHO MITCHO MITCHOLINA
HE FELL OVER
THEN HE WENT TO GET THE ALYSON, TO GET THE ALYSON
THEN SHE THREW HIM AT ME, SHE THREW HIM AT ME.

We were in 5th and 2nd grade. Don't judge us on our writing skills. The second song was written by my mom so you an absolutely judge her on her lack of musical skills.

OH MAH MANNN
I LOVE HIM SOOOO
EVEN THOUGH
HE DON'T KNOWWW.

Mitcho was an awesome dog that definitely deserved a million more songs written about him. Not only was he a pro at pooping on Cassie's towels but he had a shmorgasboard of quirky talents. He could drive a car:

He wore a bandana better than Bret Michaels on any given day:

He was somewhat of an Olympic swimmer:

And he was a professional spooner:

For anyone that knows me even the slightest bit (or even if the only thing they know is this blog... in the entry "I am what I am" #8 fact about me was "I have a dog named Mitcho and I speak to him in ridiculous voices/accents. He is my life.") they know that this is a devestating loss for me. I just wanted to share the joy of Mitcho (and 23+ pictures from my camera phone) with the world. He was the best dog ever and I will miss him greatly. RIP widdle man <3