Mike looks like he could scare the beejezzis out of a mailman or a creeper.
The one and only story I have ever actually heard about Mike is that he would follow the family to church on Sundays. They were within walking distance in downtown Charleston SC, so he'd walk in with them and sit at their feet. One particular Sunday the family was sick and didn't attend services...but Mike did.
The story goes that as Mike ambled up the aisle by himself headed to the family's usual pew, the preacher acknowledged him from the pulpit by pausing whatever he was in the middle of and said, "...and representing the Jenkins family today is Mike the dog."
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