Mischief was an Airedale mutt mix who was adopted in Phoenix, Arizona by my niece, Joy, while she was in high school. Mischief liked the good life there and enjoyed swimming in the family pool. But even so once Joy went to college, Mischief would often find a way to escape. I'm sure she was just looking for Joy.
So late in 1989 a few months into Joy's Freshman year at Arizona State, Mischief came to Indiana to live with Joy's grandparents on their farm. While Mischief was sad for not having Joy around, she soon grew to love Joy's grandparents (my parents) and the freedom of the farm. No pools, but plenty of room to run made it a great place for a dog who could run like a deer.
The whole family marveled at Mischief's quick dash through the yard and through the top two slats of the gate which led to the cow pasture. One would need to see it to believe it as there was barely room for that dog to clear the slats and brace. Only once did I see her backpedal as she approached. She knew she had misjudged the jump and somehow managed to keep from running headfirst into the gate.
In August 1994, when my dad died, Mischief was inconsolable for days. She was there when the ambulance EMTs carried Dad out on a stretcher and one could tell that Mischief already knew.
In May 1998, Mom sold the farm and could not take Mischief with her and make her an indoor dog again after almost 9 years of running free. She found a family who agreed to take Mischief to a property within the Yellowwood National Forest. The young boy loved Mischief and allowed her to sleep inside with him. Mom went to visit as often as she could and Mischief was always glad to see her.
One day Mischief went missing. We made several trips looking for her and notifying pounds of the missing dog. She may have been found by someone and kept by them or she may have been shot by a hunter who thought she was a deer. We will never know what happened.
However, I'm certain that when Mom died in January 2006, that Mischief was there to greet her.
So late in 1989 a few months into Joy's Freshman year at Arizona State, Mischief came to Indiana to live with Joy's grandparents on their farm. While Mischief was sad for not having Joy around, she soon grew to love Joy's grandparents (my parents) and the freedom of the farm. No pools, but plenty of room to run made it a great place for a dog who could run like a deer.
The whole family marveled at Mischief's quick dash through the yard and through the top two slats of the gate which led to the cow pasture. One would need to see it to believe it as there was barely room for that dog to clear the slats and brace. Only once did I see her backpedal as she approached. She knew she had misjudged the jump and somehow managed to keep from running headfirst into the gate.
In August 1994, when my dad died, Mischief was inconsolable for days. She was there when the ambulance EMTs carried Dad out on a stretcher and one could tell that Mischief already knew.
In May 1998, Mom sold the farm and could not take Mischief with her and make her an indoor dog again after almost 9 years of running free. She found a family who agreed to take Mischief to a property within the Yellowwood National Forest. The young boy loved Mischief and allowed her to sleep inside with him. Mom went to visit as often as she could and Mischief was always glad to see her.
One day Mischief went missing. We made several trips looking for her and notifying pounds of the missing dog. She may have been found by someone and kept by them or she may have been shot by a hunter who thought she was a deer. We will never know what happened.
However, I'm certain that when Mom died in January 2006, that Mischief was there to greet her.
Mischief was an Airedale mutt mix who was adopted in Phoenix, Arizona by my niece, Joy, while she was in high school. Mischief liked the good life there and enjoyed swimming in the family pool. But even so once Joy went to college, Mischief would often find a way to escape. I'm sure she was just looking for Joy.
So late in 1989 a few months into Joy's Freshman year at Arizona State, Mischief came to Indiana to live with Joy's grandparents on their farm. While Mischief was sad for not having Joy around, she soon grew to love Joy's grandparents (my parents) and the freedom of the farm. No pools, but plenty of room to run made it a great place for a dog who could run like a deer.
The whole family marveled at Mischief's quick dash through the yard and through the top two slats of the gate which led to the cow pasture. One would need to see it to believe it as there was barely room for that dog to clear the slats and brace. Only once did I see her backpedal as she approached. She knew she had misjudged the jump and somehow managed to keep from running headfirst into the gate.
In August 1994, when my dad died, Mischief was inconsolable for days. She was there when the ambulance EMTs carried Dad out on a stretcher and one could tell that Mischief already knew.
In May 1998, Mom sold the farm and could not take Mischief with her and make her an indoor dog again after almost 9 years of running free. She found a family who agreed to take Mischief to a property within the Yellowwood National Forest. The young boy loved Mischief and allowed her to sleep inside with him. Mom went to visit as often as she could and Mischief was always glad to see her.
One day Mischief went missing. We made several trips looking for her and notifying pounds of the missing dog. She may have been found by someone and kept by them or she may have been shot by a hunter who thought she was a deer. We will never know what happened.
However, I'm certain that when Mom died in January 2006, that Mischief was there to greet her.
So late in 1989 a few months into Joy's Freshman year at Arizona State, Mischief came to Indiana to live with Joy's grandparents on their farm. While Mischief was sad for not having Joy around, she soon grew to love Joy's grandparents (my parents) and the freedom of the farm. No pools, but plenty of room to run made it a great place for a dog who could run like a deer.
The whole family marveled at Mischief's quick dash through the yard and through the top two slats of the gate which led to the cow pasture. One would need to see it to believe it as there was barely room for that dog to clear the slats and brace. Only once did I see her backpedal as she approached. She knew she had misjudged the jump and somehow managed to keep from running headfirst into the gate.
In August 1994, when my dad died, Mischief was inconsolable for days. She was there when the ambulance EMTs carried Dad out on a stretcher and one could tell that Mischief already knew.
In May 1998, Mom sold the farm and could not take Mischief with her and make her an indoor dog again after almost 9 years of running free. She found a family who agreed to take Mischief to a property within the Yellowwood National Forest. The young boy loved Mischief and allowed her to sleep inside with him. Mom went to visit as often as she could and Mischief was always glad to see her.
One day Mischief went missing. We made several trips looking for her and notifying pounds of the missing dog. She may have been found by someone and kept by them or she may have been shot by a hunter who thought she was a deer. We will never know what happened.
However, I'm certain that when Mom died in January 2006, that Mischief was there to greet her.
