KAISER'S ON A ROLL!
Shannon Radosevich writes:
We picked up Kaiser at the Jefferson County Humane Society last week Thursday. He had been thrown over the fence, along with a young pit bull puppy, so they were found in the morning when the workers arrived!
As soon as I saw him, I thought, "This is not a Kaiser-looking dog," so I immediately renamed him Finnegan, a/k/a Finn. Our vet thinks he is around 18 months old. He also says he could be "all Cairn" but has no idea where that tail comes from!
Finn's tail makes a perfect little curl, (almost like a pig's tail), which I have been told is not a Cairn thing. So I guess he is a mix.
But, oh, what a lovable mix he is! This little guy loves to give kisses; he'll pin you down, a paw on each side of your face and away he goes!
I wish we knew his story; Joe & I are trying to figure it out. He's potty-trained, gentle, loving, loves the other two dogs, plays well with them, loves to ride in the car, is crate-trained, hasn't an aggressive bone in his body . . . go figure.
The only thing is he is a jumper . . . when you come home he will be all over you jumping, licking, nipping; we are working on that.
He loves to take Maggy's leash to pull her all over the back yard! If you remember, Maggy is my couch potato, could sleep 24 hours a day if I would let her. So this is good for her, too. She looks at me as if to say, "What were you thinkin', Mom?!!!"
Finn tries to play with Mickey (the key word being "try" here); Mickey. a/k/a "the crabby one", will have none of it! We don't have a fenced-in yard so we put a tie out for Finn, who loves to run, run, run . . . his favorite thing to do is play fetch the ball, then watch Mom go get it after he's carried it to the other end of the yard and dropped it! I swear he jumps 4-5 feet high when we're playing!
We took him to bed with us the first night; he hasn't seen the crate since! It's so funny: Joe gets up early, lets the dogs out, feeds them and goes to work. But before he goes. he puts Finnegan back in bed with me to keep him out of trouble. Finn lies down with his head on the pillow right next to me and has to have his body, or paw, touching me, and the snoring begins!
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