David Lee Michaels

Master Dog Trainer Highland Canine & Senior Pet Project. Pet Photographer and Former country radio programmer. Country music and dogs 🐕.

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@megynkelly Jimmy Kimmel is NOT a comedian. He is an activist and a very angry man. He may have been a comedian at one time, but he as given that upto make vile comments about anyone on the right and to cry on tv.

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@KatTimpf Good job Kat!

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@jimmyfailla That's hilarious

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I didn’t want my late son’s dog. That’s the truth. I couldn’t stand the idea of keeping him, and I need to admit that upfront because nothing else in this story makes sense otherwise.

When my son, Ryan, died, people showed up with food trays, sympathy cards, and carefully chosen words that were meant to comfort me but never really did.

And then someone brought me his dog.

His name was Tank.

Ryan had adopted Tank from a shelter three years before the crash. I still remember the phone call. He was 17, but he sounded like a kid who’d just unwrapped the best gift of his life.

“Dad, you have to meet him. He’s amazing. You’re going to love him.”

“I’m not a dog person,” I told him.

“That’s because you haven’t met Tank yet,” he said. “Tank’s different.”

I never agreed. Whenever I met Ryan, Tank would try to climb into my lap like he weighed nothing. I’d shove him off, and Ryan would just laugh.

“He likes you,” he’d say.

“Well, I don’t like him,” I’d answer.

It became a running joke between us. Ryan adored that dog. I tolerated him because I adored my son.

Then Ryan was gone.

He died on a Sunday evening in October. A distracted driver ran a red light while he was heading home from work. He was 20 years old. The hospital called at 7:12 PM. I know because I stared at the microwave clock while trying to understand how the world could end at such an ordinary minute.

My wife, Elaine, had passed years earlier. After that, it had just been the two of us. We argued sometimes. He thought I was set in my ways. I thought he took too many risks. But beneath all that, there was love.

After the funeral, his landlord called. Someone had to clear out the apartment. That included the dog.

“I can’t take him,” I said.

“If no one does, I’ll have to contact animal services.”

Ryan’s friend, Lucas, dropped Tank off at my place the next afternoon. Tank walked in slowly, unsure, and went straight to the spare bedroom where Ryan used to stay when he visited. He jumped onto the bed, circled once, and settled his head on Ryan’s old pillow.

For two weeks, he barely left that spot. I had to bring his food bowl to him. I had to coax him outside. He would stare at the front door for hours.

Every time headlights flashed across the driveway, his ears lifted. His tail gave a hopeful thump.

Then nothing.

He was waiting for Ryan.

I thought I’d feel something watching that shared grief. Some kind of connection. But I felt hollow. Real grief doesn’t always look like crying. Sometimes it’s just numbness. Like someone carved out your insides and left you moving on instinct.

We existed in the same house like strangers bound by loss. Two creatures staring at the same door.

I tried to rehome him. I called Lucas and told him to find someone else. But we couldn't find anyone. I contacted a rescue. They put him on a waitlist.

Then one night, something changed.

I had fallen asleep in my chair and woke up gasping from a nightmare — the accident replaying in my mind. My chest felt tight. My breathing uneven.

Tank was there.

Not in the spare room. Not by the door.

He had pressed himself against my legs, resting his heavy head on my knee, looking up at me with steady, quiet eyes. Not demanding anything. Not asking to go outside. Just there.

For the first time since Ryan died, I reached down and placed my hand on that dog.

He didn’t move.

Neither did I.

The next morning, I called the rescue and asked them to remove his name from the list.

Tank started sleeping outside my bedroom instead of in the spare room. Then, slowly, he stopped waiting at the door. I stopped staring at the wall.

We began walking together in the evenings. Neighbors who once avoided us started saying hello. Tank carried himself proudly, like he had a job to do. Maybe he did.

It’s been a year now.

He still tries to sit on my lap, even though he’s far too big. And I let him.

I didn’t want my son’s dog.

But somehow, that dog saved what was left of me.

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@TomiLahren @JessicaTarlov Do expect @JessicaTarlov to let the facts get in the way of a good narrative...

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@megynkelly @TPUSA Amen sister! Made my eyes leak...

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Laken Riley was a nurse, too. Yet, no Democrats protested in the streets for her—hypocrites.

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FAFO

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Momdani says "rugged individualism" like it's a bad thing. Bless his heart.

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@ritaromanoos Yes

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@fabfourfan @lgdowdy0826 2 rockstars!

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@FedExHelp need to speak to a live agent about my package. Automatic system is NO help.

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@sgwilk22 Thats awesome and spot on!

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@WinsomeSears @winwithwinsome @GlennYoungkin @GovernorGlenn Lt. Governor Earle-Sears, unfortunately I cannot make your stop in Roanoke today and am heartbroken about it. Tomorrow morning I will cast my ballot for you. I love my state, my Governor, Lt. Governor, and AG. God Bless!

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