Adopted — YEA!!
Here is the update to Finn (and his sister Gigi): Gigi here, Finn gone
Finn came to the foster home of Carol on May 22, 2009. Immediately, I saw something “wrong”. He walked on a leash?? He followed Carol closely. Huh?
Well, he was very dirty and, at times, somewhat nervous riding the long trip to his foster home. At this point, I’d say Finn is a little skittish, but desparately wants to be with a person – he’ll follow you around just to be next to you.
I wondered how the other dogs would take him – 4 shelties (3 rescued) and 1 old (grouchy) husky. Well, Finn came right in and the others didn’t treat him as anything — not excited – not an old pal, not a new threat – nothing. I took that to mean that Finn is extremely well balanced. He didn’t hide from dogs, but clearly doesn’t like someone coming “at him” quickly. This seems odd, because he was exceptionally comfortable to come up and sit at my feet or be beside me on the couch or sit on my lap in a chair (not as comfortable – probably felt a little out of control – but this hadn’t even been 24 hours of him being “here”).
Right into the tub – somewhat scared for a few minutes then it was “OK” to do anything with him. Nice bath. Oh, but that wasn’t enough – still seemed dirty and all. Well, after a little time, Carol spent a couple of hours combing out knots and tangles — not a whimper from Finn. Her other dogs wouldn’t put up with that.. Anyway, it made a huge difference – he didn’t seem to need another bath after being combed out – even smelled better.
Today, May 28, I came by to see him at Carol’s office – after spending a lot of time with him last weekend. Geez, you’d think I was a complete stranger and Carol was his savior. So, still not relaxed with changes — I guess I wouldn’t be, either. Yet, he behaved perfectly. HA! And apparently pretty much stayed in “his spot” once in her office.
Finn initially turned up his nose to dog food – came from a hoarder, so I’m guessing table scraps were his diet. Strangely, he seems to expect to share food bowls with others — not Carol’s other dogs — but Finn just does it and they go along with it. Oddly, to me, his teeth are very white and clean. I certainly didn’t expect that. Glory B needed medicine for her gums (puppy mill dog) and, despite the initial “I gotta hide” when I would come at her with a rough cloth and toothpaste, she clearly liked the attention and the way her mouth felt afterwards. Finn needed none of that? Hmmm..
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