Saturday was my birthday, and I took the weekend off. We went to get some much-needed patio furniture and had two meals out—much appreciated by the cook! It was great to have dinner and a margarita on a Mexican patio with a jazz duo for entertainment.
Mica demands much of my time and I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep, but now that I’ve assembled a lounge chair I may have a snooze in the sun.
Sunday we visited with friends who had an “art party”. They so very kindly invited a group of people over to their home to see my husband’s photography. It was a lot of work loading and unloading the large canvas and aluminum pieces from the van but he had help. Some pieces went next door to a newly purchased home so they could see how they looked and decided on sizes and location.
We met some great new people, enjoyed Texas chili and an impressive hot pink “camo cake” that two of us with March birthdays shared and Mica got to play with Ruby for some canine socialization. Mica was even more popular than the photography.
For the first eight nights in his new home Mica howled, barked, squealed and whimpered when we put him to bed in his crate. Now that’s all but over, but he doesn’t seem to sleep much at night and thrashes around, bashing the door and walls of the crate and scraping the cardboard box we use as an adapter to make a very large crate more puppy-sized. We’ve since had to move his crate from our room to the great room and that’s working much better.
Mica is a source of much joy and laughter and makes the days go fast. When he’s awake he requires constant supervision so he doesn’t chew things other than his toys, or pee inside.
When outdoors, he explores everything in the yard with his mouth—including cactus—and finds all kinds of things to play with. He is 10 weeks old now and visibly larger and learning to eliminate outside on his own.
Mica is similar to Morgan in some ways, but at the same time very different. He certainly doesn’t inhale his food like Morgan did, and Mo never made a peep from the very first night in his crate, and rarely ever barked. Mica often barks and howls in a coyote-like “woo-woo” fashion to communicate.
Mica likes to sleep under furniture or against a wall, and with head buried. I guess when you’re used to sleeping with siblings in a clump, that’s a comforting position.
Like Morgan, Mica loves water, and that is probably inherent in the breed as Goldens were bred to fetch on hunting expeditions. Mica loves to dig in the bird baths we have at ground level for the quail, road runners, doves, javelinas, rabbits and squirrels.
He seemed to enjoy experiencing the consistency of water from the step in the pool when I dipped him in to unmuddy his feet. It will be great fun to swim with him when the pool warms up and Mica is a little bigger.
One thing is for sure; Mini-Mo is a blessing in our lives and we love him a lot. He helps a great deal to heal the pain of losing Morgan—more than I even anticipated. He’s a dear little man and we’re so grateful he chose to come and live with us.