It has been about four months to the day that I have written a post about the Flynn pup. This opens up a number of lingering questions that I haven’t been asked, but could very well have been asked if anyone was actually reading what I was writing: what happened to him? How old is he now? Did he finally escape to impose his puppy will upon an unsuspecting and frankly ill-equipped populace? Well…
Flynn is one now! He turned one year old on June 10th. It was a roasting 90-something degrees with a high humidity, so we pulled out a big kiddie pool to let him splash around in. For whatever reason he has always loved water. Any time it rains, he is always splashing and jumping around in the puddles. If you pull out the hose, he wants you to spray him. He is a weirdo in that way–so he had an absolute blast in the pool. We also got him some puppy cookies from the local groomer that he devoured in seconds and we also tried very hard to put a party hat on his head which…didn’t quite work (picture of the results can be seen in the featured image).
Other than that, Flynn has been Flynn: he’s crazy, he’s a whirlwind and every day with him is an adventure. And a nightmare. He’s still far from being an adult (Blue Heelers don’t tend to settle the way most adults do until they are almost two) so we’ve still a long way to go, but he’s definitely, every day, becoming better. We have an in-home trainer coming later on in the summer to work on him with his territorial tendencies (not over things but over other people entering his home) and the hope is, once we are able to curb that negative side of his development, we will be set, somewhat, with most of the things we’ve raised as issues.
He’s a great dog, and I look forward to seeing him grow this next year, and the year after that, and seeing the dog he will be ten years from now. He’s my buddy–I’m happy I have him and I can only partially imagine where he’ll go from here.
Oh and here are some pool pictures!