Mickey might have found a home!!!

After having no one contact me about Mickey, I almost fell off the chair today when someone called regarding Mickey. In fact, I thought it might be a friend of mine pulling a fast one on me, but the more I spoke with this person, the more I realized that she was for real. Mickey has been doing so very well--especially after we took him to the vet to treat his rash, which turned out to be allergies!! He's about half-way through his prednisone tablets and half-way through the antibiotics. Also, we received some antibiotic shampoo and he is to be bathed weekly with that--it has helped too.

He is still walking briskly and has the most beautiful trot, and as he walked and walked, he is developing more and more muscle tissue. His hair is also growing in and he seems like he will end up being more brown than previously has shown. He is sleeping soundly in his tube bed beside my bed, oblivious to the fact that he will be going to a new home on Wednesday, provided that he and all the pups get along together. He will be going to a home with several Yorkies, several daschunds, and I believe another small breed also--but all of the dogs, or most of them anyway, are senior citizen dogs. So, in a sense, Mickey is going to the retirement home he deserves.

MICKEY PLAYS!!!

For a while since Molly's death, Mickey has been an onlooker while Megan and Abby romp all over the downstairs. At times he would take a step and I could almost read his mind saying, "Hey, I sort of remember something like this." But, he was too shy to enter in with them.

Then, a few days ago, Denny was playing fetch with Megan, and Mickey took several steps to the toy that Denny had thrown. Megan returned the hedgehog (pink one!) to Denny and when he threw it again, Mickey reached it before Megan. He hesitated, so Megan grabbed it and took it back. But the next time Denny threw the hedgehog, Mickey dove on it and grabbed it. He picked it up and started to bring it back and stopped after about 2 steps--I think it was the first time he picked up a toy since all his teeth were removed. He dropped it, and you could see him working his tongue to try to get the fuzz off it--it was hysterical.

Tonight I was telling my grandson about how he had played, so we picked up the hedgehog and squeaked it--instant interest!! He followed it with his eyes and chased it when we tossed it, picking it back up and returning it. He did this once or twice, but then settled down and snuggled with the hedgehog.

I swear he gets younger the older he gets!!

He's got that toy!!

Now he hugs it.