Mickey's Tavern | Our Story

Mickey was never just a pet; he belonged to the whole neighborhood. At home, he took his duty as protector seriously, faithfully rotating bedrooms each night so every child had their turn sleeping next to their four-legged guardian. Beyond his front yard, Mickey became a beloved part of the neighborhood. He made daily rounds visiting neighbors, played fetch with anyone willing to throw a tennis ball, and made regular stops at a neighbor’s garage—a spot affectionately known as the “stick store,” where a curated collection of sticks was kept exclusively for him. Mickey didn’t care who you were or where you came from; if you were there, you were family.