For 30 years, I was "a dog person", without a dog. I had dogs growing up, but until Micky, not since my early 20's.
For most of my adult life, my living situation was such that a dog didn't make sense (I live alone and traveled quite a bit for my job). I started my own
business, work from home, and don't travel for work very often any more, so the time was right.
I asked a friend who volunteers for 3 rescue organizations to help me find the perfect pup, and boy did she ever! When Micky was a very young puppy, his
original owners brought him to the vet... he was diagnosed with parvo. They could not afford the treatment, and left him to be euthanized. A vet tech tried to
euthanize him but could not find a vein. She asked the vet for assistance. The vet (my hero) could not bring himself to do it... he nursed him back to health
and put him up for adoption.
Micky came to live with me when he was about 3 months old. He is a "dream" puppy... so sweet... so loving... so well-behaved... and so easy to train.
I now can't imagine my life without this sweet sweet boy.