Mike and I were always cat people until the day we found a stray dog that was so pitiful that Mike lost his mind momentarily and said we should bring her home to the house of seven or eight cats. Pearl’s story will have to wait until later. We enjoyed her company for several years but she was old when we found her and you know how that goes. We were now bi-critter, we swung both ways, dog and cat. Had to get another dog.
So I found Maggie on Petfinder.com and she was perfect with us and the cats. Another story for later. Not long after we moved to the house we’re in now, I had to go through chemo and radiation for breast cancer and was no long able to walk Maggie and play with her etc. and she seemed depressed so I got the bright idea to get another dog! I guess I had chemo brain. So via Petfinder.com again I found Monty and he was at the same shelter where we got Maggie. Perfect. He was shy and didn’t really seem comfortable being Maggie’s playmate. But I was told to give it time. So we did
On the last day of the summer swimming pool season, the public pool in Mesquite near our house has a dog swim. They let all dogs that want to swim, dive, go down the slide have at it. We were told by the shelter that Monty liked to swim. So we took Maggie and Monty to swim with all the other dogs. Wrong. They had no desire to swim. Mike carried them into the pool, in his clothes, mind you. He was determined that they would swim. And swim they did. They dog paddled right out of that pool!
So I was sitting by the slide with the two wet dogs watching the brave dogs climb the ladder, go down the slide, splash, and run right back up the ladder. A woman carrying a scruffy dog stopped and said that the dog she was carrying looked like one of my dogs. Scruffy terrier types. And I agreed, he did look like my dogs. She said he needed a home, but of course. I said, well, you’ll have to ask that guy over there watching the diving dogs. So she walked right over to Mike and told him that she had his dog. He said, OK. Signed the papers, paid $100 to the city of Mesquite pound and the dog was ours. So there we stood with three dogs. And I said, what will we call him? We have Maggie and Monty so I guess we need an ‘M’ name. Mike would be too confusing, how about Mickey? And the dog smiled. I swear, he smiled. So we figured that we had guessed his name correctly.
And then Mike told me that after he paid the lady and signed all the papers she told him that Mickey was scheduled to be put down the next day. We saved his life.