Welcome to Mickey's blog, a blog about a dog who has been there for me and made me smile even when I thought I couldn't any more. A dog who was sent to me by a loving God who knew I needed him as much as he needed me.

Mickey's story is much like other adopted dog's stories. Left at a kill shelter at only six months because his owners didn't want him any more. He waited and waited, but because of his age and because of his energy level he was never taken home and so awaited his death. But Mickey was one of the lucky ones, the rare few who are rescued by those non-kill shelters to be given more time to find their forever home. After waiting patiently for over a year, we finally found each other at a Petco in Austin.

Five years later, Mickey is my companion, best friend and and athlete. With elite and master titles in multiple Agility venues, he competes all over the state, traveling from hotel to hotel. Not only that, he's a Canine Good Citizen and loved by everyone who meets him.

Unfortunately, the unthinkable has happened. And though its fairly common in working, athletic dogs, I was devastated and distraught. Mickey was diagnosed with an ACL tear/rupture on April 3rd 2009 and after a long weekend of research and studying the procedure, he was admitted into Central Texas Veterinary Specialty Hospital for a much needed TPLO surgery by Dr. Kerpsack.

*I'm not a vet and and in no way am I liable for any information on this blog. Please contact your local vet for information on medications or treatments.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Day Four


Despite the fact that we had a very unusual and slightly stressful day yesterday, Mickey is doing great today. He's finally putting weight on his leg and is walking so much better. Now, here comes the part where I have to keep him under wraps and make sure he only walks. Even though he is feeling better he still gets back into the house and immediately lays down. Which is good. It's really nice that Mickey is such a sensible dog. The vet told me he was "well adjusted". I suppose that pretty much describes Mickey. He seems to know that he needs rest. I just hope it lasts.

Yesterday I had to leave the house for the whole day and my whole family was gone too, so Mickey had to come with me. I couldn't leave him in his crate for over twelve hours with nobody to take care of him and walk him to stretch his leg. I packed up all of his medications, ice packs, crates, chew bones, water bottles and beds. I needed a baby bag! And Mickey stayed at my Fiance's house while I went to work with some horses and volunteer at a Hippotherapy facility about a hour and a half away.

The report I got when I got back to see him was "He missed you and barked just like one bark every minute or so.". Mickey has this special way of letting people know he wants me. He has a one very short abrupt repetitive bark. But he only does it with strangers. And then when he's trying to get my attention when he's in his crate (and knows he's not allowed to bark), he "huffs". Like, a loud puff of air that's almost like a whispered bark. It's really cute.

Well, anyway. The new collar hasn't come yet. I'm waiting and waiting for it! But you know, Mickey is doing really well without it. He almost never touches his leg and is very gentle with it. But I have a hard time trusting him at night, so I still want that collar. For now, everything is going good.

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