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The Heartbeat at My Feet: Finn turns one

“But it did not all happen in a day, this giving over of himself, body and soul, to the man-animals. He could not immediately forego his wild heritage and his memories of the Wild. There were days when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away.”

Jack London, White Fang

Finn is about to turn the first page in his life and has quickly won over the hearts of me and my family as well as our neighbors along Old Edgemere Drive and beyond.

As I write this, I am about to drive up to the Salmon River for a day of fly fishing, ironically in the same place and on the same day I first learned of his birth from his breeder.

If dogs had a resume, Finn’s would already be chock full of accomplishments, many of which were recorded in this post. Beyond those, he has added many more. Though he won’t be fully mature until he is 2 years old, he has reached his peak height and is filling out his athletic 80-pound body with muscle. His coat has lightened a little to a dark chocolate brown compared to early on as a puppy when he appeared almost black in color. His disposition continues to be outstanding – he loves people and all dogs, even though some may not take kindly to his youthful exuberance.

Cousins – my brother David pulls two very different dogs together for a photo. Henna is a very chill French Bulldog. She and Finn got along just fine, though after a few days I think Henna was tiring of Finns “100% on” personality.

I am still working diligently at his approach to people as he can jump higher than a tall man in one bound. It’s all I can do to get him to hold a sit-stay before his butt starts wiggling and he’s ready to launch when he meets a human!

Finn’s conformation as an American or Field labrador retriever is exceptional – most people who see him for the first time gush over him, many calling him handsome, and commenting on the deep luster of his coat, to the point where I feel I am walking with a rock star. I laugh when a few of my neighbors greet Finn without mention of the human on the other end of his lead.

I have been doing a lot of formal obedience training with him at a local dog training academy and the work is paying off. He now heels well, sits automatically when stopped on heel, stands for examination, and can hold a sit-stay off leash for a minute or more. His recall still needs work and is fundamental to me getting him out fishing and hunting. He’s already accompanied me in the many parks and wildlife management areas around our home, and he is very good about not taking off, ranging ahead only so far before he stops and looks back.

I use a prong collar on him which to many might look a bit medieval, but my trainer assured me it was best for controlling him. “It’s like power steering” she told me and she was right. The prongs pinch the neck under the tension of the leash but the proper way to use the collar is using very quick and short corrections. The standard choke collar was useless given his strength.

Finn’s a proven retriever and goes crazy when I break out the bumper. The mere sight of it sends him silly with excitement – winging it good out onto the lake and watching him charge after it is a sight to behold.

He loves the water and is a strong swimmer. With patience and time, I’ve trained him to get in and out of the canoe I recently bought – another skill carefully mastered.

My Esquif “Cargo” square back canoe in MossyOak. Stable enough to accommodate Finn for future fishing and hunting adventures.

For the unaware, new things require a patient and gradual introduction as dogs do not like change and introducing a dog without careful preparation for the sound of a gun for example or to an unstable platform such as a canoe can ruin them to it.

There will be many more new challenges coming Finn’s way – higher levels of obedience training, certification as a therapy dog, upland hunting for pheasant (Finn flushed his first pheasant just the other day), and fishing from a boat as well as wade-fishing. Eventually, we may also pursue waterfowl hunting. All of these will take time and patient, consistent, training.

But best of all, Finn remains a warm and happy heartbeat at my feet. Of all of his accomplishments, the greatest is the strong bond he has developed with me and my family. Dogs are the first animal that humans co-evolved with, after all, somewhere around 15,000 to 30,000 years ago. They’ve had a lot of time to become tuned into humans’ gestures, moods and general behavior and it is because of this that dogs and people get along so well. As it is said, a dog is part of your world, but you are their entire world. And so, to my Finn, also known as Finnie, Finnigan, the Finster, and Count Chocula, happy birthday! Oh, the places we’ll go!

Wine and chocolate do go together, don’t they?

Finn – Never Grow Up

Don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little…

Taylor Swift – Never Grow Up

I am sitting in the quiet of pre-dawn, drinking strong black coffee, and simply enjoying the feeling of having arrived after a driving journey of some 20 hours. Finn is curled up beside me, a tired little boy. In the words of fly-fishing guide and friend, Daniel Scheda, “a tired dog is a good dog.”

And indeed, Finn is turning out to be a very good dog. He added a lot of firsts to his resume’ on the trip south through seven states to our place in Destin, Florida: first hotel stays, first elevator trips, first stairs (we live in a ranch), a very long truck ride over 3 days (4+ hour stretches at a time), and numerous people and dogs along the way.

Until we made the drive south, Finn had not felt outdoor warmth in his early months as a puppy.

Looking out on a wintery Lake Ontario

We brought him home on December 23rd – and outdoor treks were somewhat weather-limited due to a severe winter in Rochester, but in Destin, he finally got in a lot of outdoor time, and he loved it. We walked a lot – around the Beachwalk Villas, along the shores of Horseshoe Lake – and we took golf cart trips to Jolee Island on Choctawhatchee Bay for his first introduction to water.

Finn took to the golf cart like a lab to water…

Finn’s “baptism” to water, saltwater in this case, was another testament to his puppy goofiness, first approaching it with curiosity. pawing at it repeatedly, and then after a toss of his bumper for inspiration, repeated airborne leaps and bounds into the water. Side note, a freshwater “baptism” was out of the question, given the presence of alligators in many area ponds and lakes. During my son’s golf pro career in Destin, there was an eight-footer that was prone to sunning itself on the greens, much to the astonishment of Yankee golfers.

Another first for Finn was his introduction to doggie daycare, something I wanted to do for more dog socialization and to introduce him to boarding. I found a wonderful daycare & boarding facility named Goochie Poochie just minutes from our place. I’d initially inquired with them before we left on our trip hoping to find a place, and it definitely seemed to fit the bill. Finn passed his 4-hour in-facility assessment with flying colors – comments from the staff gushed with praise for his temperament and affable disposition. He got to be quite the celebrity there. Finn ran with the big dogs, including Beckett (a labradoodle), Finley (a big lab mix), Scoobie-Doo (a German shepherd mix), and Maddie (a Bassett hound). Between the staff and some new friends, Goochie Poochie was a great experience for Finn, and it showed as we neared for drop-off with barking and whining, followed by Finn nearly busting down the front door upon arrival. He never looked back when I left him…

His first boarding experience – really just an overnight trial – did not go as well. The staff felt he had a bit of separation anxiety and given the newness of everything that was a part of our trip, and that he was just 5 months old, it was not surprising. So that goal is still on the docket as Finn matures.

I no doubt am boasting here like a proud parent but even walking Finn about Destin made me feel like I was walking beside a movie star. His “puppiness” was naturally a part of the charm, but his glossy dark chocolate coat, highlighted with a unique “braid” along his back, and his constant deep tail-wagging that wiggled down to his butt got a lot of glowing comments from the humans he met on our walks.

While most of my goals for Finn on my trip were achieved, I did not get him out fishing with me, nor did I introduce him to my boat – a small sit-in fishing kayak – so that will come now at our home on the shores of Lake Ontario.

Finn’s growing like a weed, now nudging 60 pounds at 6 months old. His paws still look too big for his body, his legs still gangly. ChatGPT informs me he’s on the “big athletic male growth curve” and when fully mature at 18 – 24 months, will weigh 80 – 85 pounds.

Athletic, indeed…

What’s next for Finn includes a lot of obedience training for good manners, easy handling, and most of all, bullet-proof recall. Recall is especially important if I want to get him out fishing the local creeks and tributaries, including some jaunts on the big rivers of the Southern Tier, where his predecessor, Maddie, once accompanied me a-stream.

I have plans for a boat big enough for two and once acquired, want to get him used to floating with me while fishing nearshore Lake Ontario and the connected ponds and estuaries. And there’ll be plenty of water time right in front of our house as well as hikes on the miles of trails in the surrounding DEC wildlife preserves.

Finn’s future is bright and sure to be chock full of adventures, but it’s hard not to wish he’d stay a puppy if only for a little longer – something gold to stay…

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Say hello to Finn!

Your dog is part of your world, but to a dog, you are their whole world…

As I write this on Christmas day, there’s warmth at my feet radiating from an 8-week-old male chocolate lab out of Peak Performance Labradors, snoozing the morning away. “Finn” came into this world on October 29th, one of 10 labrador retriever puppies, a mix of 5 black males, 3 chocolate females, and 2 chocolate males. We had the pick of the two chocolate males and chose “green (collar)” over “brown (collar).” “Green” was second biggest of the litter; his paws show it and at 8 weeks old he is weighing in at over 12 pounds. It’s likely he will be a big boy. His name is a play on his future.

Finn…

Finn is the product of a fine pedigree – both his father, “Tommy” (Grampian’s Pin Ball Wizard, S H) and his mother, “Jade” (Peak’s Stone in Love, JH), have hunting titles, and excellent health credentials, the most important for a lab being their OFA Hip rating, in their case, both being rated excellent.

“Tommy” – Grampian’s Pin Ball Wizard, SH

The breed has a history of hip dysplasia which responsible breeders try to breed out by identifying dogs that have poor hip ratings and not breeding them.

“Jade” – Peak’s Stone in Love, JH

Bringing Finn into the family comes on the heels of losing our Maddie last November, who we had to put down at 12 years of age due to bad arthritis. Maddie’s beginnings were worlds apart from Finn’s. We adopted Maddie from Every Dog’s Dream in Greene, NY, where she was fostered after arriving from a high-kill shelter in Darlington, SC. The shelter reached out to Every Dog’s Dream trying to place Maddie and her three brothers, and Every Dog’s Dream responded by taking all 4 puppies.

Maddie’s breeding was a unique majority blend of a treeing walker coonhound and lab, with a bunch of other minor “contributors” including Beagle, German shepherd, pit bull, and Dalmatian according to genetic testing we had done. We suspect Maddie and her 3 brothers may have been culled out of a litter destined for some sort of hunting, though she had very high prey drive in my opinion, so I’ll never be sure what disqualified her. She loved to chase squirrels, chipmunks and rabbits.

Maddie sniffing out a red squirrel. Note her hound-like profile yet the presence of many lab features…

Maddie was a true joy to own – extremely friendly to her humans, loyal, protective, and never an accident in our home. Having spent most of my life with dogs made it very hard not to fill the void left after Maddie’s passing. Now that void’s been filled with a beautiful lab puppy, bubbling with love and boundless energy.

Finn will love it here on the shores of Lake Ontario. Just 30 feet out the back of our house is that Great Lake, while in front, across the street, is the outlet from Long Pond into the lake.

Long Pond, looking south from Edgemere Drive. The pond is over 440 acres in area.

In addition to Long Pond, just up and down the road along the lake shore are Buck Pond, Cranberry Pond, Round Pond and Braddock Bay.

The Braddock Bay Wildlife Management Area (WMA) – vast marshland, woods, and ponds. A watery world built for a labrador retriever…

The Braddock Bay WMA is over 2,000 acres of rich and diverse marshland, ponds and shoreline habitat and is on the Atlantic Flyway and therefore the home of year-round avian residents as well as a resting spot for migrating birds, waterfowl in particular.

Ducks of every kind abound here, including:

  1. Dabblers (shallow-water feeders): Mallards, Black Ducks, Gadwalls, Northern Pintail, American Wigeon, Blue-winged Teal, Green-winged Teal, Northern Shoveler, and Wood Duck.
  2. Diving ducks (open water and deeper bays): Greater and Lesser Scaup. Goldeneye, Bufflehead, Redhead, Canvasback, Ring-necked Duck, Ruddy Duck, Hooded, Common, and Red-breasted Merganser.
  3. Sea ducks (Lake Ontario proper): Long-tailed Duck (Old Squaw), White-winged Scoter, Surf Scoter and Black Scoter.

The parks in the area are ringed with miles of trails that skirt the vast marshland. These will be well worn by Finn and me in the coming years.

As his name implies, Finn will be a future fly-fishing companion, wading local inland streams, rivers, and Great Lakes tributaries, as well as accompanying me in a boat fishing the ponds and lake shoreline. And that role is fitting, given the origins of the Labrador Retriever.

The perfect fly-fishing companion…

Labrador retrievers are descendants of the St John’s Water Dog, an extinct landrace of domestic dog from Newfoundland. Little is known of the types that went into its genetic makeup, although it was probably a random-bred mix of old English, Irish and Portuguese working dogs. These were favorite dogs of fishermen due to their good temperament, cold weather ruggedness, and high work drive.

The St. John’s breed was called “water dog” because of their love for water. They were medium-sized, strong, and stocky, with a highly water-resistant coat and more closely resembled modern Show Labradors (English) than Field Labradors (American).

A pictorial comparison of the English (show) labrador versus the American (field) labrador. Both can actually be shown under the AKC Breed Conformance Standard, and both can do field work. The English type is said to be a little more laid back and less energetic while the American type is more athletic and has higher field drive.

Our Finn is an American or field labrador as are all the dogs out of Peak Performance Labrador’s line.

Writings as early as the 17th century mention hardy medium-sized black dogs (the original color) that accompanied Newfoundland fishermen in their boats, and retrieved distant lines, nets of fish and even escaped fish, hauling them back to the boat.

The St. John’s Water Dog

During the 19th and early 20th centuries, St. John’s water dogs were exported from Newfoundland to England where they were crossbred with other dogs to create the modern retrievers, including the Labrador Retriever.

Beyond fishing duty for Finn, there’s always the lure of taking up bird hunting – either upland birds or waterfowl – as Labradors are adept at both types, as well as the possibility of therapy dog work.

But most of all, Finn will surely follow in the pawprints of his predecessor, Maddie, being as good a companion as any human could ask for…

On the road with Finn, heading to his forever home…