Fingal is now 29 inches tall & at a guess, over 60 pounds. This can be a problem because of his enthusiatic greeting of guests, and his wish to climb in their laps.Luckily, on Sunday he begins behavior classes. Right now he sits on command, and comes, as long as I tell him in a "happy voice." A stern one sends him fleeing. He's still not totally housebroken, but he's getting better. Taz and he went to Pampered Pooch daycare yesterday, where they can run, play in a pond and generally be part of a pack. Taz's buddy Kona and Fingal picked on a little Lab, and got a time out, but otherwise Vicky tells me he's really sweet. We'll see what Sunday brings.
Fingal
4 months
About Me
- Rowena
- I am a bibliomaniac.I lived with two Scottish Deerhounds and an old cat. In December Oona died and I (and Taz) still miss her very much. Her ashes are buried under the mountain ash with the other deerhounds-my pack. Now, Taz and I are much happier to have Fingal in our pack. I read a lot, write a lot-working away on about the 20th rewrite of two novels about the Battle of Culloden. I like cooking, walking, movies, writing of course, being with my friends. I live on Whidbey Island, surounded by sea and mountains, so much as I love to travel, I love coming home. Oh, yes, and I travel when I can. I've been to Scotland and Belize 5 times, to Morocco, Turkey, Spain, Portugal, France, Germany, Austria, and best of all (except Scotland) Italy. I'm always looking for my next destination- and the next book to read.
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