It’s just not working out at our friend’s house. Chewie is having to wear a muzzle 24/7, except when he’s eating and drinking. He’s licking himself hairless and is visibly deteriorating, and Mike, the friend that wanted Chewie when I retired him, sent me a message on Facebook in response that Keith and I would be driving past his house because we are going to a play and we would stop in to see Chewie. He said to be prepared to take Chewie with us. Keith’s response to this was to suggest we take Chewie to the Animal Shelter. I won’t do that. And Keith’s comment was that I would have to watch Chewie grow old and die then. How insensitive can you get?
Anyway, so Chewie is coming home tomorrow. I’ve got my dog back, but I’m still going to get a new dog. Chewie will just have to learn to live with a 2nd dog in the house.