The Biography of Sir Finan The Agile

This little boy is the funnest, bounciest baby in all the land.

Sir Finan The Agile’s Biography

Birthday: December 15th, 2022 (but Mama says my paperwork also has the 10th and 14th listed, so maybe I get a Birthday Week.)

Nicknames: Baby (since I didn’t have a name for four weeks), Itty Bitty Pitty Man.

Adoption Day: March 25th, 2023

Adoption Story: I was born in a place called Georgia. Not much is known about my time there, other than I was found, along with my litter, by a nice police officer. A couple of my siblings had already died by the time Minnesota Pit Bull Rescue came to get me. One of my siblings was too sick to travel. We traveled the long way from Georgia, and I arrived at my nice and warm Foster Home where I had many snuggly blankies and a Foster Sister waiting for me. The very next day, two people came to meet me. I think I made a good first impression because they made lots of cooey sounds at me. I enjoyed climbing in the man’s nice puppy-holder he had attached to his arm, and snuggling up in a fuzzy blankie for a nap with the lady. I was a boisterous, show-off, and prancy little boy for them.

But later that night, I would start not feeling well. The following morning I was rounded up, along with my siblings I had made the journey north with, and brought to an animal hospital. Many of us were starting to show signs of the dreaded Parvo. Even though we had all tested negative before traveling, it sometimes can have a longer incubation period. By the end of the first day, we had all tested positive. We received round-the-clock care; a feeding tube, a regiment of medications. My new, future-parents were beside themselves with worry about me, but my Foster Mom kept them well informed and up-to-date on how I was doing. And after a few days, it looked like most of us were rounding the corner. One of my brothers didn’t make it, but I got to say goodbye to him before he passed. When I was released at the end of the week, I was one of the last of us to return to our Foster Homes.

In the time that I was in the hospital, my future-parents had been busy finalizing that they wanted no other puppy than me. They came back to visit me one other time once I was doing better, and even brought my Future Big Sister to meet me. She was very interested, but also a bit confused about how tiny I was. It took eight long weeks, and my Foster Mom diligently nursing me back to health. When she had picked me up from the Animal Hospital, I was down to barely 5 pounds and was skin and bones. I got Half & Half on every meal to fatten me up. I ended up with a brief bought of mange; but once diagnosed, I got on the right medicines to help clear that up.

Finally, on March 25th, I went to my Forever Home. I was very eager and happy to see the people that had come to visit me again. I was also happy to see my new big sister again, and learn I also had a big brother! And a thing called a cat. I was very curious about her, as we were the same size. My new big sister and I started playing games where she chased me and I hid under the coffee table, the dining table, the chair in the living room. It was great fun. When we went outside the first time, I followed her diligently around. My new big brother was warm – Mama said a lot warmer than she expected – but seemed to value his space. Mama said he was sick, with a thing called cancer, and that he didn’t always mean it when he was grumpy.

The first weekend had it’s ups and downs, but we figured it out. Monday morning, Mama took me to meet her people at a place called Work. Then we went shopping for a bed for my crate, then to the Office that my Daddy works in. He brought a lady he works with out to meet me and then we went back home. Mama worked from home that afternoon, and she had pulled out this little bed that was JUST RIGHT for me. I could curl up into the teensiest of little balls in it, and it had a cushy button and tall sides. Sometimes I would lay on my Sissy’s big bed in the sunshine by the back door.

The next month and a half was the best time. I played with my big sister and brother. We got treats. I had Puppy Kindergarten and got to learn an obstacle course. I met my grandparents, I met my Aunties from up north. It was the best time. But I could sense something was changing with my big brother.

In the middle of May, just after Daddy got back in town, a very nice lady came to help end my big brother’s battle with cancer. My grandparents came over, Grandpa played with us outside while she worked. There were lots of tears, but in the end, he went peacefully, with the taste of a taco cookie from his favorite bakery on his tongue. Me and my big sister got to come back in and say goodbye to our big brother. It felt very strange, but I knew my Mommy and Daddy needed me, so I turned up the snuggles and the sillies.

It took time, but we all leaned on each other and things slowly returned to a new normal. Over the summer I got to meet my Cousin Dodger, he’s super cool. I also got to meet my Pittsburgher Nana – I was a bit scared at first, but she was the best. We also went on a little mini-vacation to the Up North, where I got to go on my first hike and see the Big Lake up there.

Since then, I have graduated Puppy Kindergarten, Obedience I, and Obedience II. Though, I like to pretend I don’t know what anything means if I’m not wearing my training collar. Because I’m a little sneak. But Mama says we’re going to look into Agility Classes after. We’ll just have to go somewhere new, and I’ll have to be a brave boy and not be scared.

I love my big sissy more than anything. Every night to help put me to bed, she’ll wash my face and ears. And every morning she gives me gentle kisses when I wake up. We run and play all the time, and she only gets grumpy on occasion. Mama always says it’s probably because of her bad leg, and that she doesn’t actually mean it. And she does always say sorry with kissies. We’ve also finally learned how to play with our neighbor, Chief, through the fence. We bark at each other a LOT and have tons of fun. And get really, really, really muddy.

I am the happiest boy. The silliest boy. And a bit of a scaredy cat. But hopefully that I outgrow.

Some of my Favorites

Favorite Food: Dairy. And Mama’s home-made chickie nuggies.

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Plushy: I love all soft, squishy toys. I love getting the squeakers out. I also love balls! ESPECIALLY if they squeak! I love my big, blue Mr Sloth, though, from my Auntie Diana. He sleeps with me in my kennel during the day and sometimes I like to get him out and do floppy zoomies through the house with him.

Favorite Toy: I love to play fetch with squeaky balls!

Favorite Sibling: I love my big sissy more than anything.

Favorite Vacation: When we went to the Up North in June to stay with my Aunties and Cousin Dodger.

Favorite Day: Probably the weekends, when both Mama and Daddy are home.

Favorite Time of Day: Like my big sister, and big brother before me, I love our bedtime routine.

State Parks I’ve Been To: I haven’t been to any of these yet!

States I’ve Been To: I was born in Georgia, so there. And I live in Minnesota now, so here. So whatever states we went through to get here. Mama’s guessing Georgia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Iowa, and Minnesota. Possibly Alabama, Indiana, and Wisconsin, depending on the route we took.

Favorite Cars: Mama’s.

Favorite Activity: Removing squeakers from toys. Playing tug with Daddy. Going to classes with Mama. Going in and out from under the blankets all night with Mama. And playing with my big sissy ALL. THE. TIME.

The first time we met him.