Biscuit was adopted by a wonderful man, Joe Hayes, who was able to look
beyond the bad teeth and his "senior" age. He took this picture of Biscuit, which he said
would be a perfect postcard. As you can see, Biscuit is a little camera shy. We recently
got this update from Joe:
Hi Folks! Just a quick zap to let you know how precious little Biscuit is doing. You had
told me he might have teeth issues and I could kind of tell that from his breath (!!!!)
anyway, so last Tuesday he had his trip to the Vet, who said his mouth was "rotten"
with bleeding and bad teeth ,etc., so seven hours later, he came home a staggering
drunken dog (still on the anesthesia) with scraped clean gums and minus FIVE bad teeth!
He was out of it for a day or two but received lots and lots of hugs and kissies, and now,
you would hardly know him! Biscuit is incredibly perky,and every morning when we get up he
does this funny little dance on his hind legs, and does the same when it's time to go out.
When he go on hikes he kind of bounces along in joy. His breath problem is gone and he
just seems so much happier and healthier. People that meet him can'believe he's eight
years old. He has his own little quirky ways...when I go down cellar, if I turn right
(to the computer area) he does not follow me (he watches me from the top of the stairs)
but if I turn left and open the door into the laundry room, he comes bombing down the
stairs to come investigate, for some reason the laundry room fascinates him. (Now if I
could just train him to separate the whites from the colored). He has found lots of
cozy corners around the house that he has made his own. But despite all his feeling
better, he still is the fussiest eater I have ever met and I must cook him all his
meals (chicken and rice or beef and rice) and if any is left over and reheated for
the next day, he turns his nose up at it! I guess you can tell from all this that
he has us eating out of the palm of his hand....sleeping on the beds and eating
like a king. But we have already grown quite attached to him, and find him to be
very precious and a joy to our lives....thank you for rescuing him and bringing him
to us. We wove him! Woof woof!