Two days ago I went to New Hampshire with the intention of meeting some adoptable dogs, putting one on hold, and then picking him up a few weeks from now.
Well, when I got there I was met by a litter of rambunctious pups that were playing and crawling all over each other. It became clear to me that one of these pups would be mine, and that I was going to train one of them to be a good hiking companion for when I finish the trail.
It also became clear to me that I was about to fight off a family of 5 who wanted to adopt the same pup, “Rory”. The dad was basically forcing his kids to favor Rory, and even though they liked one of the wicked high energy dogs more than they liked Rory, they listened to their dad and took interest in him. Thankfully, they had left the room to go look at other adoptables in a pen outside, giving me the chance to swoop in and tell the woman “I’m most interested in Rory”. We talked, and she told me she couldn’t hold the dog for me for longer than a week, as that was their policy (and even then, they don’t really like to do that). I agreed to adopt that day, knowing that I’d be creating a lot of work and house training related stress for myself. I knew also, that adopting early would aggravate my mum, who had set a December date for when I could adopt. I knew all of this might not be favorable, and I couldn’t help myself. I felt a connection to this pup, the way I do Eoinn, and was ready to face whatever might come my way.
So I adopted “Rory”, made some children cry (though they weren’t even all that bothered, as they wanted “a puppy puppy” and not one of these “old” ones).
According to his papers, he’s a shepherd lab mix. According to me, he’s a lanky little thing who doesn’t quite know how to run on his legs. But I’m looking forward to all the moments, (especially when he stops teething, and is fully house trained). I’m looking forward to the day when Eoinn sees him as a friend and not an annoyance, and I can’t wait to take him on the trail with me.
While I know he isn’t allowed in Baxter State Park, and I know hiking with a dog can be difficult for a whole host of reasons, I already feel better about hitting the trail again, knowing that this little critter (those were some awesome books, weren’t they?) will be by my side.
If anyone has any tips for teething puppies, training hiking dogs, or just any tips in general, please feel free to share them! But for now, enjoy these pictures of the dog formerly known as “Rory” and currently known as Finnbar or Finn