Fynn's world

Our boy has matured so much! he's almost 7 months old now! I can't believe time has gone so fast. A lot has happened since the last update. Fynn was easing into his teenage years, which we know will last for at least 2 years! And when he started to get interested in the ladies in the doggy park, we knew it was _that_ time. You know, the time all men in the family and your male friends fear, the time for the big snip!

He already went through his pre-surgery blood tests and exam a month ago when he went in for his rabies vaccination, so he was ready to go. Waldo was brave enough to take him to the MurrayHill clinic at dawn(or so it seemed, what horrible early hours do vets keep anyway!) and pick him up by the end of the day. Fynn, being his happy-go-lucky self went in glad to see familiar faces and being cuddled and ohhh-ed and ahhhh-ed over. ;-) They have seen him there since he was a wee puppy, the smallest of the bunch, at 4 weeks old, they do feel like they know him and they are always happy to see him. Probably also because of large contribution we made for Dr.Michele's down payment on her 3rd vacation home or so ;-) Just kidding of course but prices are steep.

Of course he did fine, only thing he(and I) didn't like was that he came home with one of those old fashioned collars, representing a see-through bucket ;-)
We quickly send his dad to the store to pick up a soft collar and that was a good solution. He slept with it the first night but after that it stayed off. He was such a good boy, didn't lick at it at all and it looked pretty good.
He came home with instructions that said, wear collar for 10 days(ha ha), no running, springing or jumping, keep quiet etc(hahahaha) People who wrote that never had a Border Collie probably, try to keep a BC quiet with no play and a no running and you got a severe case of kennel-stress and BC depression on your hands.

In all my rescue years and neuter and spaying BC's I never kept a dog kenneled and quiet for longer than the day of the surgery. Our Gwen came home after her spay and jumped on the couch to get her frisbee and headed for the door for a play session, after all they had her kenneled for 10 whole hours ;-) next day we played, no high jumps but they need their stimulation, if not physical than surely mental.

Here are some pathetic Fynn pics with his blue floating device aka 'the collar'

 

I want to go out!

I know!I look pathetic!

No, it's not funny, why are you laughing?

Our big boy recovered quickly and he's back to his old self. Below are some pics from the doggy park. For some reason he loves big and I mean BIG dogs to play with. But thanks to his doggy day care time he has excellent doggy manners and knows how to read doggy body language pretty good. We're so proud of him!

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Fynn update

An update about our boy Fynn. He's 22 weeks old now almost 6 months! he has grown so much I can't believe it when I look at his 4 week old pictures how he drank from the bottle and missed his momma so much he had a stuffed dog as substitute mom.

Fynn is a joy to have around, he's a happy go lucky pup although the last few days some of his teen attitude is starting to show and we will have to step up the training and and exercise. His neuter day is almost up and that means he is a grown boy now, he's starting to get interested in the girls when they are at the doggy park but still pees as a girl ;-)

he goes to doggy day care twice a week to socialize and play with the others and I think it does him a world of good. I couldn't socialize him the way they do over there and he obviously loves it. They have swimming pools and kiddy wading pools so on a hot day it's great to be in the water.

Below is a slide show of the photo's the make every day your dog attend a very nice feature. Fynn goes to A Dog Gone Good Place in Hillsboro, OR



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How one pup was left.

When Cheyenne left we had Fynn our gorgeous little boy left who had some wonderful people interested in him. His future was to become a therapy dog, but unfortunately as things go, life got in the way and especially in these trying times financial obstacles can occur unsuspectedly. We both decided this was not a good time for them to take home a puppy and Fynn's adoption fell through.

We had other people interested in him but we kept putting it off to contact them, when one lady really wanted to adopt him, we had a serious discussion and decided we didn't want him to go at all. We totally fell in love with this exuberant little boy who brings us nothing but love, smiles and joy.

I hesitated, I'm chronically ill, go through harsh treatment, am disabled and worried what kind of life I could offer him. Wouldn't it be totally selfish to keep him when others could offer him so much more? What if I died next week who would take care of him? Luckily I have some very good friends who helped me put things in perspective. No-one knows what lies ahead in his or her future.

This boy obviously choose us as his family. He is such an old soul, there are things he just knows. Even though he's just a 14 week old puppy now from day one he knew that if I needed to rest he should be quiet and rest too. Never heard a peep from him during my naps and rest times. At night he sleeps on our bed quietly, W. lets him out to do his business in the morning but than he comes back and hops on the bed to sleep with me till 9:00 AM. No whining, no chewing, just calm and relaxed. Like he knew my schedule from day one. He easily adjusted to everything that is different in our household, from play time to dinner.

Of course I still miss my heart and soul dog Gwen, she was one of a kind and can never be replaced. She will live forever in my heart and not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I still miss her more than anything. But I know she would approve of this little guy that makes me happy and smile again, he brings us so much joy even Lotte our 14 y.o has he wrapped around his little paw. She plays with him like she's a pup again and lets him get away with murder. ;-) She even lets him pick a treat from her mouth, something Gwen in the past just had to glance at before getting a snarl ;-)

He's one wee little charmer ;-)

So now we're officially rescue failures. We failed to adopt him out and kept him ;-)

Here is he playing with Lotte on the beach at Sauvie Island on Presidents Day 2009. Click the photo to view the Sauvie Island album.

From Sauvie Island

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