He wasn't a Bichon, but he was perfect. His name was Fozzy Bear and he was a white Toy Poodle who I had had since he was 8 months old. I saw an ad on the classifieds ad at my work with a heading that said "Used Dog For Sale". His former owners were out of town alot on the weekends and didn't feel it was fair to him to have to stay crated while they were gone so they decided to find him another home. I went to see him and he was like a wild child! One of the most hyper dogs I had ever seen. But he was so friendly and happy how could I not decide to take him!
Fozzy came home with me and on his first night when it was bedtime I put him in his crate and he began to cry. I tried to ignore him hoping he would settle down, but he didn't. Needless to say, his nights of sleeping in the crate were over and the slept on the big bed the rest of his life!
Fozzy was such a good boy, never getting into anything he shouldn't or bothering things. The one he did love was to play! Oh, and how he loved his toys. The soft plush ones were his favorites but he did have one plastic Santa ball that I threw for him until the paint came off! After a few years I got him a little plush slipper that was actually a puppy toy but he loved it. He loved it so much the stuffing eventually came out and he got into the habit of of sticking his nose where the foot should go and then flipping it up and catching it. I always called it "flipping his slipper". He was so smart that I could tell him to get his slipper and flip it and he would! He was too funny.
Eventually I got into Bichon Rescue and he tolerated the dogs I fostered. He had a problem with the Bichons because they were such a happy breed, just looking for a good time and he was so smart you could just see that he had NO patience for them! He always looked at me as if he were asking, "Now when is their checkout date???"
Throughout his years, Fozzy had surgery for Bladder stones and a round or two of pancreatitis. In February of 2009 he was acting very lethargic and wobbly so I immediately took him into the vet thinking he was probably having another bout of Pancreatitis. They did blood work and found that his blood sugar was through the roof. So in addition, he now had diabetes. I hated the thought of him (and I) having to deal with this but I was, of course, prepared to do whatever I needed to to keep him healthy and with me as long as possible. This all happened on Monday and he was one sick little boy. I check on him by phone Tuesday with plans to see him on Wednesday. They said he was stable so I wasn't too worried about him, but of course concerned. Wednesday morning I had gotten to work and had just gotten my day started when Dr. Shaddox called. He said he had some bad news...Fozzy had passed away during the night. I seriously couldn't believe what I was hearing. Dr. Shaddox seemed to be surprised as well as he had seen him on Tuesday evening and said he was alert. Apparently everything that was going on was just too much for his body to recover from and he passed away in his sleep. I felt so bad that I didn't see him on Tuesday. That has always bothered me and still does if I stop and think about it. Fozzy was 11 years old.
I fully expect that at some point I'll again have a Poodle but they won't be perfect. I've already had one of those and his name was Fozzy Bear.