This weekend, Finn spent some time with Grandad and Gigi. While there he fed the horses. Well, he gave Minnie grass to the feed the horses - he didn't want any part of feeding them himself.
He sat in the road.
Played with a stick . . .
Nose dived straight into Buddy . . .
Cheesed it up . . .
Went to jail . . .
Played cars with Grandad . . .
Threw grass; a new favorite pasttime . . .
And drove the Miata.
On Saturday we met Grandad, Gigi and Finn at Logans in Gallatin to make the exchange. At first Finn didn't seem happy at all to see me, but as dinner wore on, he became super clingy and wouldn't let go of me. It was weird, but still sweet.
On Sunday Finn spent lots of time in "timeout" for throwing things. One time I put him in timeout and went to get the broom. When I got back Finn wasn't in his corner and I didn't see him anywhere. As it turns it out he had gone into the bathroom and shut the door. The lights weren't on so it was pretty dark in there. I heard him whine, but decided to let him finish "timeout" in the bathroom. He didn't like that one bit.