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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

A Memorial to Maddie…

AKC Miss Maddie of Darlington – “Maddie”

September 2013 – November 2, 2024

I am here tonight, in a still house. Putting a dog down is never easy – coming home to the quiet of a dog’s absence, is even harder. I walk in and there is no longer a greeting. Our Maddie had a bit of separation anxiety and was often found just inside the door waiting any time her people left her. I am eating pizza – comfort food for an uncomfortable day – and as I work toward the crust, I am reminded how much she loved a piece of crust. Her toys lay about – her brush is still full of her hair. Her water and food bowls are not empty – she had no hunger amidst the pain of the osteoarthritis that ravaged her body on that last day. I turn to shut off the outside lights and am reminded that I would normally walk her beforehand.

Other triggers await as if in ambush – dogs being walked with wagging tails, a young grandson wondering where she went, neighbors asking afterwards, and the vet bill, her remains in a box, and paw prints.

A dog cannot communicate like us humans, but I think she knew. Osteoarthritis plagued her in later years – she could not sit up straight on her hind legs; with time she needed help just getting up to a couch or bed.

But life goes on and you take these things in stride, still wondering whether she should have been appreciated all the more.

Maddie on her “gotcha” day, at 5 months old.

In her last 2 years of life, she was my constant companion as I transitioned from work to retirement to getting our Vestal house ready to sell and finally selling it. My wife was up at our house in Rochester – wherever I went Maddie would go.

Now it is a quiet time. My wife is in bed after the long emotional day. It is just me and the fire on this cold November evening and a glance toward her corner reminds me. Dogs are, as my son reminded me on our drive home on that final day, one of the great human experiments. That experiment began with a wolf that hung at a distance in the din of a fire, and gradually accepted scraps. And it still evolves with hundreds of distinct breeds, designed to help man in all ways, from detecting bombs to therapy for dying humans, to companionship.

In my mourning, I somehow stumbled on an account of a little boy, who witnessed his own dog being put down in the company of his family. The family was very attached to their dog, an Irish Wolfhound called Belker, but nobody was more attached to this dog than 6-year-old Shane, the little boy. The family had taken their dog to the vet, only to find that the 10-year-old dog had cancer and that nothing could be done for him. The vet offered to euthanize Belker in their home, and after much discussion, Shane’s parents agreed that it would be good for Shane to be there so that he might learn something from the experience, given how attached he was to Belker.

The time came yet Shane seemed very calm. He was stroking his dog in a way that suggested acceptance, and it was as if both him and the dog understood that this was goodbye. Belker slipped away peacefully within a matter of minutes. Shane didn’t cry nor did he show any signs of distress. He knew it needed to happen and he knew Belker was in a better place. Afterwards, the family asked, in discussion, ‘why are animal’s lives so much shorter than our own?’ Shane sat quietly before saying “I know why” and went on to explain that people are born so they can live a good life. They need to love everyone all the time and be nice. Dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t need to spend their entire lives learning how to do it. That’s why they don’t stay as long

I am writing this as my own therapy, for a dog who loved unconditionally and gave her life for my good and the good of our family. Stack the monumental progress of humans against that, and I assure you, there’s no comparison. We will miss you Maddie…

Say Hello to Maddie

The following blog post was originally published soon after my family adopted our wonderful dog, Maddie. Her official “gotcha” day was February 23, 2013. We believe she was born in September, 2013.


If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.

Will Rogers

Will Rogers said it best: dogs are good. They live their short lives on this earth looking up to whomever walks into their lives and this goes back to early man who was looking for a guardian, hunting companion, and beast of burden.

Dogs have come a long way, all in service to man...
Dogs have come a long way, all in service to man…

Dogs don’t judge; they are the very essence of unconditional love. Come home from after a bad day, depressed, tired, even angry, and though they’ve been home all alone, they come to you, tail wagging, as if Jesus Christ had just come back to earth.

Long are the tales of a dog’s absolute devotion and loyalty. Hidesamuro Ueno brought his dog, an Akita named Hachiko, to Tokyo in 1924 and every day when he left for his teaching job, Hachiko would stand by the door and watch him go. The Akita would then arrive at the local train station at 4 p.m. to meet his owner when he returned from work. Ueno later died of a stroke at work, but Hachiko continued to return to the train station every single day for the next 10 years until his death in 1935. A bronze statue stands at Shibuya Station in honor of Hachiko.

Hachiko: loyal to the end...
Hachiko: loyal to the end…

Then there’s Hawkeye, the Labrador retriever, that showed dogs too suffer from heartbreak. During Navy SEAL John Tumilson’s funeral, Hawkeye was seen ambling up to his owner’s coffin and then dropping to the ground with a heaving sigh.

Hawkeye, a chocolate lab, grieves for his fallen owner...
Hawkeye grieves for his fallen owner. No greater love…

Indeed, I remember my grandmother once saying she never trusted any person who didn’t like dogs…

Up until very recently, I’d been dog-less for too long. I grew up with dogs, after all, starting with Cocker Spaniels, thanks to my grandparents who bred and showed them. Blue Bay was their kennel – home to many champions of conformation and obedience. Years later my wife and I owned Basenjis, a unique hound breed out of Africa, known to many as the ‘barkless dog’. We showed Kephas (our male) and Yodie (our female), and after finishing them as AKC Champions, they had a litter of 5 puppies. The litter pick, Blue Bay’s Violet Memory, was named in honor of my grandmother and was my way of thanking her for bringing dogs into my life. ‘Violet’ produced many champions. One of her descendents was the first black and white Basenji to win the breed at Westminster.

Kephas and Yodie passed on, as all dogs do, and we took a break from dogs. It was nice at first not having to walk a dog in the pouring rain or frigid cold, shouting under one’s breath every expletive known to man in front of ‘just go…!’, and yes, the house seemed a lot cleaner, dirty laundry left undisturbed, cherry cheesecakes not yanked off tables, etc., etc., but after a few years without panting and yodeling and all those dog antics – comic and touching – well, something was missing. My wife stood fast for a while, claiming she wanted to enjoy the house ‘chew-free’, until out of the blue, she noticed this picture in the news…

Those eyes...
Those eyes…

The rest, as they say, is history. A week after noticing this Lab / Hound mix, we all went to see her. The bond was immediate and magical. It wasn’t another week before she was brought to us, courtesy of Every Dog’s Dream, a pet shelter in Greene, NY. Maddie wagged her way into our lives and where my wife saw a good walking companion, I immediately dreamed of a fly-fishing friend.

Maddy...
Maddy…

It turns out that Maddy was one of a litter of 4 puppies born somewhere in South Carolina. The litter had been left to a high-kill shelter, where dogs are put down if not adopted in 90 days. Fortunately, Maddie and her littermates were sent north. Audrey at Every Dog’s Dream referred to Maddie as an adorable, big-hearted girl who had good manners and liked being close to her humans. Our adoption proved she was more than right.

While pure-bred dogs have their place in life and certainly serve a purpose, the sheer number of homeless dogs continues to sky-rocket. Many of these dogs are real gems, such as we have found in Maddie, and all they’re looking for is a chance to warm a heart.

My plans for Maddie include lots of love and play, obedience training, and ultimately, a seat beside me on the way to flowing waters.

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I know the Lab part of her breeding will win her over to water and I’ll promise her this…

“Oh the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

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…