Flynn (or Flinnagan as he became affectionately known here) is a very special springer spaniel who stayed with us for a week recently. He has got to be the most universally loved dog we have yet to look after, as every one of us thought he was the business – with his boisterous, fun loving ways and boundless enthusiasm.
Flynn stayed here during a snowy/icy spell and we enjoyed many hours of slippery, sliding about, through mud and ice by rotation, everywhere from the Rising Sun woods to the Quarry park. Persuading someone else to brave the icicles and come with us to take photos proved fruitless, so we have a wide selection, but all of them were taken indoors. To view flynn’s pictures follow the link at the end of this post.
During Flynn’s stay we took an emergency overnight board (due to a hospital admission) otherwise known as Ella, a lovely black lurcher with a white chest splodge. They were inseperable and snuggled together at every opportunity. Ella had a beautiful nature too and the pair of them were a joy to have as part of our family. I think Flynn was as sad as we were to see her go when her human was discharged.
Flynn’s one misdemeanour (if you could call it that) was the fact that he wee’d indoors in moments of extreme pleasure and excitement. Greeting us first thing in the morning became a ritual of “no attention, no attention no attention, open the back door, out into the back yard, loads of attention and fuss” (meaning he wee’d immediately – but outside!) So even his issues were entirely predictable and easy to manage.
I think for me, Flynn reminded me of Ben (our last lifelong family dog) – they had the same internal beauty – both had temperaments that oozed goodness and engagement, with an eagerness to please. Flynn simply soaked up every ounce of attention you were willing to give him. And he’s the only dog I have ever known who could hold two balls in his mouth at once and then selectively ‘throw’ one of them at you so that you could toss it away, he could chase it and pick it up – all the while holding firmly onto the second ball. Flynn was comical. Flynn was grateful for everything. Flynn was extravagent. Flynn was (in the nicest possible way) a dope! But he learned to road walk beautifully on the harness and double ended lead, and was a joy to be around.