Hi all — thanks to everyone for such kind wishes regarding Finnian McCool. At the moment he’s sound asleep on my bed. PIB is hiding under the dresser. Finny has been trying to get him to play, but PIB isn’t having any of that. At the craggy old age of 14, he certainly has a right to refuse the advances of a two-year-old dog, but I think he’ll come ’round after a while.
We had a nice trip down to Vacaville, which is about 90 minutes away. Gorgeous day today — we couldn’t have asked for better, both weather-wise and traffic-wise. The sun was bright and warm, and the Coast Range is Irish green and beautiful. Right now is about the best time of year in California; the winter rains green everything up and the sun isn’t so intense as it gets in summer.
We found Finny’s foster home easily, and of course fell promptly in love with the wee fella when we met him face-to-schnozz. His foster Mom didn’t have much information about him; he was rescued from a shelter in Salinas, and has spent the
last two months or so at various foster homes, the last week at hers. He’s a bright, well-adjusted, friendly little guy. He was great in the car, and since we’ve ben home he’s been spending his time wandering around and getting to know his roommates. Old Logan seems to be accepting him without a qualm, though he looks a little worried. To be honest, I was most worried about him, as territorial as he is. But, so far, all is well.
The other two cats reacted to him as expected — lots of growling and hissing — but I think that they, too, will get used to the idea of a new dog in the house pretty quickly. We’re just keeping a close eye on them all.
I’m going to give him a few days to settle in around here before I start taking him for walks. He doesn’t mind being leashed, but it’s clear he hasn’t had any training to speak of. So, there’s my new project: teach Finny leash manners and basic obedience so we can comfortably walk together, and so he can enjoy outings with me. I’m just delighted.
I’ve always loved dogs and cats. It’s been close to 20 years since I’ve had a small dog like this one for a friend, though, and I’m looking forward to a long and lovely life with Finny McCool.