When we opened the car door for him, Sweet Boy Mikey gamely jumped in. He spent the ride gazing out the window, watching the world go by. Bella regarded him with curiosity, but by the time we got home, she was fine with him. That, my friends, is a new record.Sweet Boy Mikey has come to stay with me and Bella and what I'm about to say may strike those who have had the pleasure to know my other fosters as crazy, but it's the truth:
sweet boy mikey
is the sweetest boy i have ever met
He's absolutely made of sugar. He has the most beautiful face--I will take pics tonight--and terrifically expressive eyes. Doesn't rush for the kitchen as I prepare the kibble, walks on the leash without pulling (this is brand-new for me and, wow, it's great) and is a good listener. He's a bit confused about what he's doing in this new, tiny apartment, but he's calm about it. He's sweet with Bella, who is literally just sniffing him out so far. He was previously with a temp foster (while I was out of town) who had six dogs under one roof (my dream, btw. But in my current place I'd have to stack 'em one on top of the other) and SB Mikey was fine with them all (even the one who could be, shall we say, a little prickly).
At nine, he's a senior, but he jaunted up the stairs to my place and he wags his tail with pleasure on our walks. He does like to sleep, and he just plops down on the floor with a sweet little sigh. He sorta moans--a little motor inside him purring along--when you rub his neck.
I'm excited to spend time with this big bear and learn more about him so we can find him his best forever home. Whoever gets to live with this boy is luckier than he or she or they yet know.
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