Finn

 

 We have a new puppy.  We named her Finn.  Tracy and the boys went and picked her up on Saturday while I was at work.  She has settled right in.  The boys are in love.  Bogart (cat #1) is ok with her.  Hobart (cat #2) is not. 

 It was driving Owyn nuts that she didn't have a name.  He did not like having to call her "puppy".  Pets have names, she's a pet, she needed a name.  All was not right with the world.  He's digging calling her Finn.

Last night Rhys was laying in bed after stories.  Finn was on the floor in his room.  He looked at me and very carefully said her name, enunciating the leading "F".  This is a sound we work on in speech, and that he can make, but that he doesn't use in his normal speech.  He did it all by himself, with no prompting from me.  I was so proud I almost cried.

She is very sweet, though not feeling very good.  She got a shot right before she left for home.  She has already discovered that the couch is her favorite place.  She is sleeping in Hannibal's kennel, which seems to suit her.  We have had a lot of pee spots but not too much.  She seems to be settling right in.