He and I have gone outside both days for the morning chores. He follows me around, nipping at my heels, as we feed the chickens, ducks, and venture into the barn for the rabbits. He just trots by my side, amazing a husky owner that he doesn't run away into the woods....
As we crested up the hill to feed the sheep, I stopped and scooped him up into my arms. My three sheep aren't dog-broke, and are not going to be herded by a new puppy. In fact, they'd happily head-butt him out of this world. So I held him in my left arm as I threw the hay into the pen. His eyes were locked on the sheep like they broke his brother's leg in an Italian restaurant. Without blinking, he let out a low, hilarious, puppy growl. A sound I never heard him make. I broke out laughing, and gave him a squeeze. He just chased and played with all the other animals and people, but get three sheep in front of him and it's business time. I kissed his black head as we walked down the hill together, in my arms.
He's going to do just fine.
P.S. I've been getting emails and comments about Finn. Finn will be back! Right now I have a small sheep pen and a few unelectrified fences the ovines mind, but no goat ever would. I need to get set up for him and that means money, effort, and serious fences. If I took him today he'd have to be alone in his own enclosure to be safe, like a chain link dog pen, instead of with other animals like he should be. So I am getting some real fences put in with electric tops and when they are ready for goats: he'll be here! I promise!