August 1 already - where oh where does the time go (especially now that I am older!)
I appreciate all the comments made on my blog about my beloved Finley. When he passed, I had no intentions of getting another dog right away. I definitely was not going to get a puppy. I'm 11 years older than when I went through all the puppy trials with Finley and did not think I had the energy. My plan was to eventually adopt a rescue dog around 3 years old.
Well, you know what they say about 'plans' LOL. My daughter Keara, who
was with me for my birthday knew that I could not be in a house without a dog for any length of time - and she was right. I ended up going back to Toronto with her for a couple of days until Paul was home. Even with our kitty, the house was just too empty and every where I looked I 'saw' Finley. Keara took several days off work and we checked out several animal shelters. I fell in love with one dog, "Johnny". He was a rescue from a reservation in Quebec and had been running wild for 3 years. In the Toronto Humane Society meeting room, this dog was wonderful and I was totally sold on him. Unfortunately, he was noted as to being very hard to handle outdoors and we
(along with THS staff) went for a practice walk. As soon as we hit the fresh air, Johnny became possessed. I definitely could not handle him and the THS staff member had problems. Johnny and I were not meant to be.
Keara had also downloaded an app for her phone that sent her updates from Petfinder and several other sources. Our new little fella, Loki, was found from a woman in Picton. He is not a rescue dog and he is also not 3 years old.
Loki is part Old English Sheepdog and part Standard Poodle, and when we got him the Saturday after saying goodbye to Finley, he was only 8 weeks old.
He is now 4.5 mos old and weighs 40 lbs. He could grow anywhere from 65 to 85 lbs and he is incredibly rambunctious. He has all the bad puppy habits rolled into one cuddly, furry mass of energy. He is so unlike Finley in looks and manners that in one aspect it is good, but I do at times compare him to Finley (who I never remember being this bad! LOL). He truly lives up to his
name, as "god of mischief" and I'm thinking I jinxed him, as hubby wanted to call him Charley.
Even though he is a brat and definitely needs some extensive training, we love him to bits and he has found his own spot in our hearts. After Finley passed, I got rid of all his toys, however I missed one. The second day we had Loki, he found Finley's favorite stuffed elephant, grungy, worn and well-loved, under our bed. It has become Loki's 'comfort' toy and I like to think that it is Finley's way of saying, "everything is good".
This is Loki a month ago.
I'll post about a few other things tomorrow and until then, sending hugs to