Lost in New York City! It's a big, busy place for a scruffy little young man all on his own. He went unclaimed at the pound, but they recognized his charm and he was given a second chance, placed into the loving arms of Col Potter, receiving grooming and medical attention, making his first dear friends in Pennsylvania and received the official name, Donegal.
From there, he boarded a plane and flew to his new foster home in sunny Arizona. He had quite a long stay, but during that time his foster mom made sure he learned good manners, ate good food and got lots of love. His DNA showed he wasn't cairn at all, but 50% Maltese and 50% Am Staff terrier- so he kept growing and growing to 33 lbs!
He charmed everyone he met with his sweet, exuberant personality, but when you're rescued by a cairn terrier rescue and you're not actually a cairn, many adoptive families just don't think you're what they're looking for. Just about a year went by and a family with a lonely young cairn/Maltese mix named Finbar asked about adopting Donegal. Donegal seemed like just what they'd been searching for; a young, high energy playmate. Little 15 lb. Finbar was more comfortable with larger sized dogs, they both had Maltese DNA and they both had Irish names! It seemed like it was meant to be!
Bridget, the adopting mom, drove to Arizona to pick him up. He was delighted to meet her, and when it was time to go, hopped right into her car, ready for his adventure in rural New Mexico! There was a short period of adjustment with two young males, but Finbar and Donegal quickly realized they could be pack brothers and each were thrilled to have a buddy ready to tear around and play crazy tag at dawn every morning. Yep. Dawn. EVERY. morning.
In time it became apparent just how much they needed each other and how fond they are of each other. They will cuddle up in a chair and snooze together, play tug together, protect the yard from pigeons and finches and are pretty much inseparable.
Donegal is a sweet little bull in the china shop that just wants to love and be loved, and we're so grateful that Col. Potter took such good care of him until we could find him. Cairn or no cairn, he was the perfect match for us; adorable little sausage that he is!