Mica Update and my Bespoke Saville Row ensemble!

Right off the bat, we have to tell you some GREAT NEWS! Mica is doing just fine!!! His antibiotics seem to have done the trick. Mommy also discovered that if she mixed the liquid with a little bit of canned tuna, he'd gobble it right now. Much less traumatic for both of them. He's much happier and more active and even looks like he may have put on a little weight.

The vet wants us to get another bottle of antibiotics and keep him on it for a while longer. We knew he was feeling a lot better when he even played with this adorable toy that Toffee's Mom sent to him. (I got some yummy bully sticks but ate'em right up!)

It's been awfully busy around here! Mom's bestest pal Buddy's Mom has been visiting us all the way from South Carolina so they've been tearing all around town since last Thursday. They went to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, heard Christine Ebersole (big Broadway star) sing holiday songs at Birdland jazz club, went to a recital of the Nutcracker, saw the fabulous holiday windows on Fifth Avenue (if you're in New York during the holidays, the windows at Bergdorf Goodman are a must-see!). I got lots of walks with my wonderful dog walker who took me all over the place, so I didn't feel bad to be left at home at all!

And as you know from Asta's blog, my bestest pal Eric Square Dog's 2-leggeds came to New York for vacation!

Now, being a posh dog-about-town, Eric instructed his Mum on the fine art of English tailoring. And just feast your eyes on this exquisite ensemble....

It's a genuine English Harris Tweed coat, lined in the softest orange cashmere (Eric's signature touch!) with real leather knotted buttons on the belt. And the outfit is set off by a genuine deer-stalker cap!!!

I look like Sherlock Bones!

Here I am out for a trot about the park in my new bespoke jacket. Really felt Mom looked a bit shabby at the other end of the leash.

It truly is a perfect custom-fit. My bestest pal Eric was an excellent fit model. I could even catch a whiff of his signature scent of chestnut tree leaves, Barks & Spencer liver treats and just a soupcon of Royal park deer poopies. I even got to spend some quality time with Flat Eric and tried to carry him into the other room for a private chat, but our leggeds wouldn't allow it.

Thank you ever so much, Square Mum (Square Daddy, too! You toss a fabulous tennis ball. Must be the proximity to Wimbledon)—we are gobsmacked by your incredible talents and generosity. I can't walk more than half a block without getting admiring comments and "ooohhs! and ahhhhhs!" I just love it!!!!

Now, if I could only do something about Mom's tacky togs! (In Mom's defense, she's had a cold since right after Thanksgiving that's turned into bronchitis and has been barking more than me! She's going to the people's vet tomorrow. Maybe Mica will be mixing his antibiotics in her tuna sandwich...)