Fergus has grown a little as you can see. In the photo on the left, Nancy is trying to convince the eight-week-old Fergus that there is a stick in the water that needs to be fetched and he's not buying it. In the photo taken last week, eight-month-old Fergus is giving his mom some love. He's gained around 40 pounds and doubled in height. He's still got a little time for growth remaining.
In a few months Fergus will be making a trip to France, that is assuming Nancy can get the American, French and Canadian bureaucracies in line. The Canadians are involved because we fly out of and back to, Montreal, Canada. The U.S. Department of Agriculture is involved because we'd like to bring him back home to Utah at the end of the summer. The French are involved for obvious reasons.
We had to have a micro-chip inserted under Fergus' skin, which was 15 digits as required by the European Union, or France, I'm not sure. We couldn't get it done in Moab, or Grand Junction, Colorado, which could only do the nine digit chip. So we had it done while in Arizona. Lucky we were already headed that way or we would have been forced to make a trip to Salt Lake, Denver or Phoenix. He had to get another certified rabies shot after the micro-chip was implanted, a long, bilingual health certificate certified by the USDA, and another international health certificate, and his kennel must meet very specific size requirements relating to his size and weight to get aboard the plane. Whose brainchild was this, taking a dog to France?
I find myself wondering how the village cat, Old One Eye is doing these days. How will he and Fergus get along? You can rest assured you will get another report on the saga of "Fergus Goes to France".