Life with Mickey
After losing Latte my previous dog, I told everyone that I wasn’t ready for a new dog. I also told everyone that I wanted a big dog not another little dog. I was going to wait until sometime next year to get a new dog. Surprise! Dogs pick you. You don’t pick the dog! I fell in love!
I was scrolling though Facebook one day and a friend had posted about a dog that needed a good home. I was curious so I private messaged her to ask to see a picture. She sent me a photo and I think i was hooked from that moment.
Our first picture together at our first meeting.
Naming Mickey was easy. I love Mickey Mouse and since he as so animated and reminds me of a cartoon character, the name fits him perfectly.
It didn’t take long for Mickey to feel at home in his new surroundings. And I find myself wondering how I made in eleven months without a dog. Don’t get me wrong, in the beginning it was an adjustment for me because he had to go outside about every two hours, but it’s so nice to have a dog waiting at home for me again. He is so happy to see me and ready to play. In the morning, he knows that we sit on the couch while I drink my coffee and then after my first cup of coffee, he is ready for me to play with him until he gets engrossed in chewing on one of his toys and doesn’t want me to play anymore.
Some days I feel like Mickey is a reincarnation of Poncho. He has so many similar traits its very odd to see. For example, Poncho used to not just bark but almost talk to me. Mickey does the same thing. He will bark but then he starts making noises and it’s like he’s about to speak to me like a human. When I’m on the phone, Mickey will get in my face and try to get my attention or start barking just like Poncho use to do. Almost every time my mom and I would talk on the phone when she lived in California, she would say tell Poncho to be quiet. Mickey also runs around the house like Poncho use to do when he was healthy. All of the sudden he will take off and do crazy 8s around the dining room table and the living room. It’s hilarious to watch.
My little cuddle buddy!
Mickey likes to cuddle. He will get on my chest and put his head on my shoulder. It’s almost like he’s giving me a hug. It’s the cutest thing ever. Having a small puppy is a lot like having a toddler. He constantly needs attention, and I’ve had to puppy proof my house. Even though I thought I had done a good job with the puppy proofing, he still finds things to get into that I forgot to put up high enough that he couldn’t reach them.
I don’t know for sure what breed of dog Mickey is, because he and his brothers and sisters were dumped in a box and left out in the cold. I’m so glad that they were found before they froze, because I can’t imagine my life without Mickey. When I first got him, I thought he was part Chihuahua and part min pin. As I watch him grow, I think he is part Chihuahua and part Yorkie. A lot of his black hair is turning brown and he’s getting more tufts of hair. It doesn’t matter to me what breed of dog he is. All I know for sure is that he is my fur baby and I love him. I’m also sure that he loves me. God willing Mickey and I will have many many years together.