Sorry to be absent for a spell--Molly's death hit me a bit harder than I expected it to. It hit Mickey, too. He did not eat for a day, and I was worried that we were heading down the same path as Molly. I cooked the boy almost any and everything I could think of, but he did not eat. Then, the next day he got up and ate everything in sight.
He has been doing very well and settling in here just like one of the pack. He is a very easy-going dog whose only desires are to walk and to eat, and I think they are in that order. These long, hot, humid dog days of Summer have taken a lot out of me and take a lot out of the dogs when they walk.......not Mickey--he could go right back out and walk just as far again. Not the bichons, and they are 6 and 7 years younger than Mickey. I am just so very sad that no one seems to be looking at him to adopt him--he would be GREAT for someone up in years who is also an active person, just looking for a buddy to walk with. I'm praying for someone to see him and want to give an old dog a home for a couple of years. Look, this guy does not act his 15 years--he is spry and loves to go, whether it is walking or riding in a car. Now he's eating hard kibble without teeth!! Mickey's only problem is that he dribbles urine, and that is SO easily handled with belly bands and Poise Pads. I would imagine men up in years could identify with Mickey--especially if a man has had his prostate removed. Mickey's an easy dog.........REALLY.
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