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Mickey (or Bedourie Bob as my husband called him when we thought he was going to that town) was bailed out of the pound. It is hard to believe that no one came looking for this placid and affectionate little fellow. He even sat patiently for two hours without a complaint while his coat was washed, brushed and trimmed. 

Mickey has in fact just left for Kajabbi with his new owner.


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