
Finn's a local celeb now. It took approx 1 hour to get him across the street and to the Salem Common because EVERYONE who walked by us stopped to talk to him / pet him / give him treats.
That's all well and good for the first 1/2 hour. After the 75th person said "oh my god is that a baby pug??" I wanted to say, actually no, this is a cat.
Everyone has an opinion about Mr. Finn. Especially the homeless folk. "tap him on the nose if he's bad", "don't pull on his leash like that", "does he want a b-i-s-q-u-i-t? (still not sure what that is or why he felt the need to spell it out)."
When it got to be 10:00 a night and Finn still hadn't peed, because everyone was petting him, I got a little annoyed. So then I just began ignoring everyone.
One couple came up to us and said "OH MY GOD IS THAT FINN??" Neither Matt or myself had ever met them before and we have no idea how they knew Finn.
Good times. Making lots of friends.
In other news, Finn had his first visit with his new teacher Nicole. He prob. hates her since she put the smackdown on him, made his crate about 8 inches smaller, and made us take out all his bedding. Poor guy.
He walks awesome on his leash now which makes his morning drag more enjoyable for all involved. I'm sure he appreciates not having road rash anymore. And I don't get as many disapproving stares from passers-by.
He also spent his first day at his Nana's house where he pooped on the rug twice but that's ok. Nana's house is for misbehaving.
Here are a few new pics.
Gettin used to my leash.
Little guy on a big couch.
Please stop taking pictures of me.