With all new puppies, there are daily frustrations and victories. Yesterday, Finnigan learned that biting is for toys and licks are for humans. He also learned how to play with Gordie. Here is a backyard sequence.
While he is pretty well trained -- in just a week! -- to wee outside, he still thinks the underside of the dining room table is his toilet for number two. Working on that.
He's stopped chewing the furniture -- thanks to Laurel for the bitter apple suggestion -- now he's on to the lamp wires. Note to self: a visit to Home Depot is required to save our electronics. Alas, my sheepskin slipper is toast.
God news on the Gordie front. He appears to be back to his old cranky self after the vet took out ten teeth last week. Here they are. I'm thinking about taking the incisor and turning it into a necklace.
He reminds me of Mickey Rourke in the Wrestler, an old fellar with no teeth and a craggy face on the comeback trail, taking on the newest Turk in the ring. You can't help but root for the old guy.
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