Mic was a rescue male Pomeranian from Oregon Dog Rescue, Tualatin, Oregon. He was 9 years old when we adopted him. I saw him for the first time at PETMART in Tualatin on a Saturday exhibit of rescue dogs. Mic was missing some hair on his tail etc from a hormone imbalance and was a bit thin. His prospective dad handled him for 45 minutes and he was absolutely perfect in behavior. He melted my heart partly because I had previously had a female Pom of the same coloring. After completing the adoption I drove directly to where his prospective new Mom was working. He checked out the beauty salon and everyone fell in love with him. I took him home and was alone with him for about 4 hours and thought I was making good headway with him. Once his new Mom came home she became everything to him immediately. (We had heard that he was a single lady's dog his whole life, but that she got a boyfriend, then pregnant and once the baby was born Mic bit the infant. That was that as the saying goes. Mic had a little man's complex and wanted things his way! He would submit to his Mom but would bite other people as quick as a rattlesnake. Mic bit me more than a hundred times trying to teach me that he was boss. It took a long time before I learned to let it always be his idea to be picked up etc. He was the source of the saying - "Let sleeping dogs lie." In order to get into a bed where he was resting I had to put a few small pieces of treat or meat on a plate on the floor at one side of the bed and run around to the other and get in before he finished eating. More than once he finished eating and got back up onto the bed before I could cover my butt giving him the opportunity to sink his teeth into my buttock. He could not be corrected. He was especially distrustful of men and we suspect that the boyfriend of his original owner didn't treat him well. He was always concentrating on the hands of men near him. But, he was so handsome and endearing that we came to love him dearly - especially his Mom Masayo who he accidentally bit once on the finger causing a spiral laceration. Her hand got between Mic and I and Mic bit the wrong hand in haste thinking he was nailing his old man. By nailing, I mean all the way to his gum line! The day we had to put him down I cried. It was the day of the rare full eclipse of the sun. He passed not long after the sun became visible again. His spirit was amazingly strong and Masayo and I miss him.