Finn Maccool (or more properly Fionn Mac Cumhaill) is a central figure in Irish mythology, a hunter of giants, and symbol of Irish (and more generally Celtic) nationalism.

A fitting name for our puppy, now with us for six months, who was dropped out of a car in rural Alabama.

Finn on his first dayTiny, skin and bones, with a share of ticks, Finn trusted us from the beginning.

Finn was so weak when we found him that I had to carry him home. Our neighbors were able to lure his brother into their car only with a hot dog. Although we can't know, he looks and acts like a pure black labrador retriever.

AugustFinn's older brother approved of the addition to our family. Fortunately, Finn's older brother approved of the idea. One of the things having two dogs has taught us is that they're social animals. They need company, and having a single dog is a little like solitary confinement. The older dog is much calmer with a little brother around.

Finn MaccheulExhausted after his first trip to the vets The first trip to the vets was exhausting. We asked if we should leave a contact number and were told "He's your dog now." 

Finn resting Good food, a stable and loving environment, and a dose of worm medicine make a big difference, but the scars of his ordeal are still visible a month later. It's only after about six months that he has finally realized that the water bowl will be refilled so he doesn't have to drain it.

Finn, resting. After about three months, he's grown and has a sleek and shiny coat. A healthy and happy, if a bit bossy, dog, and one who enjoys his training classes at Adog (Dogwood training academy).

Finn at nine months old

Looking for deer. He'd like to play with them, but somehow I don't think that would be reciprocated.

with_the_dogsOn a walk, in Atlanta, with his brother.

(Pinch collars, a training aid, look ferocious, but are actually more comfortable than a chain "training collar".)

DSC00058On a camping trip.

We've taken the two dogs camping.