Huey's New Adventure

Huey's forever home

Yesterday I bought Huey a collar, along with a color coordinating dog bone shaped name tag. This can only mean one thing. Yup, Huey is mine. This lovely boy will never ever again be left alone tied up in a yard. He’ll never be without a warm bed, love, play, good food and attention. This perfect boy has been through so much and he still has a ways to go before he gets back to full health, but I can’t imagine anyone else caring for Huey. He had deeply bonded with me and Ella. Having Huey and Ella together is easier than having Ella on her own. Huey is a calming and soothing influence on Ella and Ella keeps Huey happy no matter how itchy or scratchy his day is going.

Mr. Stinky Poo didn’t even resist his bath time last night. How perfect can a dog be! I led him to the tub with a small bowl of his new food (kangaroo and apple), placed it in the tub and he jumped in after it. Perhaps he’s realizing how well the oatmeal bath soothes his inflamed skin. And I certainly enjoy the smell of a clean dog afterwards.

The skin is still a struggle. Slowly he is improving but on a day to day basis it’s hard to recognize. Only when I look at the pictures of him from his first week with me do I realize that now the fur has grown in around his eyes and that his large, leggy, skinny frame is filling out. But there are always setbacks. In the park last night, when he didn’t come right away when I called, I ran back to find him rummaging through a bag of ill-placed garbage. What he ate who knows, but if it contained wheat or dairy or beef, I’ll likely know within a few days. The cat food is another challenge. When I’m home he won’t make any attempts to get to Sukha’s food perched high on chair on the dining room buffet. But when I’m gone? This stealthy boy will never cease if there is food to be acquired. I try to only leave just enough food for Sukha for the day when I’m at work. And as she’s an old girl, jumping up isn’t easy for her, so I’ve got fewer options. I’ll have to put her and her food in the bedroom for now when I’m at work. It means the dogs can’t sleep in my cozy bed, but Sukha will be content and Huey won’t have access to her food, as even just a whiff of cat food could cause a reaction.