Yep. This is the one I mentioned inheriting from a daughter who adopted him but then learned he wasn’t (at his young age, 6-7 mos) a good fit for her lifestyle.
She named him Finn but I’m considering MUFfy, for Mister Under-Foot. He and my old dog sit there gazing at me with adoring eyes the entire time I’m doing any food prep at that counter (old dog was in fact on the other side of counter, out of frame).
He has learned quickly (about 2 meals) that when we head to the table to eat, he has to go into the family room and can’t cross the hardwood-carpet border until we get up.
