In Like Flynn (Errol, That Is)
Sunday, May 27th, 2007Meet Flynn. As in Errol, he of the razor-sharp rapiers and buckled swashes.

Flynn arrived a week ago Monday. The lone survivor of a dog attack on his litter, he’s been bottle-fed for the last four weeks, but the person caring for him needed to find him a permanent home. So here he is.
He has had little problem fitting into the household. Bub and Scrappy have been remarkably restrained (although I expect that to change as Flynn becomes more mobile) and Domino has been quite the little guardian. Dusty loves to be around him, mostly to play with his toys and attempt to drink his milk, I think.
For his part, Flynn has been a trooper. He is unafraid when faced with wet canine noses sniffing him all over. Sticky dog spit from frequent cleanings of ears (and other places) don’t phase him at all.
Flynn and Dusty

Dusty, checking out what’s in Flynn’s bottle
