This morning when we finally got up (!!!!!), I went in to test my blood sugar and give myself my morning insulin. When I appeared at the door to my bedroom, there was Mickey dancing around. He went down into that "let's play" position (you know, on his elbows with his butt in the air) and then pranced about. Uh-oh, I thought--what gives? I then found that he had pooped on the pee pad--apparently he was so very delighted with himself that he had to come and show me. So, we went on with "good dog, good boy, Mickey".We went outdoors so the rest of the pups could go potty and I had Mickey on his leash, tied to the chair. I brought in the recycling tubs and when we came back inside, he danced about again and did the "let's play" posture twice more. OK, what's with Mickey today?
The rest of the day he was very much like he usually has been, but when my husband came home, Mickey joined the other 3 at the door to welcome Denny home. Today he gave Denny kisses for the very first time. When my grandkids came to stay tonight, he actually gave them kisses too.
I don't know where THIS Mickey was for the past several weeks, but he has really shone today. As a nurse who has seen patients improve drastically immediately prior to succumbing, I'm just holding my breath and praying that all this neat action is just Mickey feeling very at home with us as opposed to my nursing memories.
PS. Doesn't he look GREAT with his new haircut??
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