Mohawk was my deceased son's (Brian) dog.  We called him devil dog because he always seemed to be in mischief and just was bratty all the time, whether it was getting in the garbage can, ripping up things, chasing the poor little bunnys, trying to kill my Mother-in-law's cats or anything else he could find to get into.  He definately was my son's dog because in many ways he acted just like Brian.  We always said the two of them could have been twins if they were not different species.  I say all these things in jest as I loved them both to the outer limits and back.  I still have Brian's other dog Mo II but he is just a big baby who reminds us of Scoopy-Doo.  I love him too but he seems to favor my husband where as Mohawk favored me.  My heart is broken once again and I know it won't be the last time but this one was the hardest I've ever had to take.  May you cross the Rainbow Bridge and meet Brian who I know is waiting with your puppy angel wings, frolic in the meadows of heaven and both of you be at peace and out of pain.   My broken heart is now shattered into pieces that will always hold you both near.   Love Mommy  xoxo