Mickey's Story

On a bitterly cold Sunday January afternoon I retired. I was 2 weeks shy of my 5th birthday and my days of being a stud dog were over. 

Aunt Carol picked me up and took me to meet my foster mom. My foster home gave me 3

bathes upon my arrival; I was very yellow and smelled REALLY bad. Two days later I was off to the dogtor for a checkup and a haircut.  My checkup didn’t go well. I had 4 bad teeth and heartworms.  I got the boys whacked off and those 4 bad teeth pulled. Then came the grooming, they put me in a westie cut and called foster mom to say I was yellow and white striped. Their advise was to shave me naked bald bald bald! Can you believe how different the before and after pictures are. Freedom wasn’t everything I had hoped for at first. But it got a lot better real quick. I started eating good food. I didn’t know what treats were. Can you believe it? Foster mom said I was the only kid she has ever known who wouldn’t eat a hot dog! After I was all healed up from losing my teeth and the boys I started my heartworm treatment. They tried putting me back in a crate…can you believe it. I had to be kept very calm for 6 weeks. I didn’t like the crate so they got me my own little pen. I spent my days there and demanded that I be carried around in the evenings.  I liked being held and cuddling in laps. But I was still frightened and slept standing up.

 

I had a really nice foster sister; Maggie and brother, Jake who taught me how life was suppose to be. Jake is a WRM kid also. They finally taught me how to sleep laying down. Which was good as foster dad had a hard time going to sleep at night with me standing between him and foster mom. You see I wouldn’t sleep in the crate or pen. I cried and cried and foster dad came and got me. I have slept in the big bed ever since. Usually with my head on foster dads pillow he was such a sucker! I finally learned to sleep laying down but I have to have a blanket and or pillow. . That is me on the right. I  love sleeping on the big beds! March 17th was a VERY good day for me. My fur is growing back, I went to the vet and got a clean bill of health…I survived the heartworms with only minimal damage to my heart and lungs. The dogtors say I should live a long wonderful life. When foster mom and I got home she told me that I was home furever! She and foster dad decided that they were going to adopt me! While they helped me get rid of my heartworms I wormed my way into their hearts furever.  Being that they made the decisions on St. Patrick’s Day and they are Irish my name is now Mickey Fitzgerald and life is great!

A few short months later my hair grew back…and today I am a proud beautiful westie boy getting ready for my first visit from Santa Paws. Maggie and Jake tell me it is a really good day. I can’t wait!  

 

Here I am today…Waiting for Santa Paws  
 Thank you so very much Westie Rescue of Missouri for making the arrangements for my retirement!
Freedom is GREAT and mom and dad say rescue dogs ROCK!  
 Merry Christmas to all at WRM!

Mickey was the Recipient of the 2006 Tilly's Tree Award