Svengali

That's what Fang is, apparently.

My brother - the one who's already coughing if he spends too much time around Fang - has decided that, since it's less than six weeks until Fang goes to his new home, he needs to get used to being inside.

Yeah.

My brother figures it's only for a few weeks, and he's only down on weekends, soooo... I'm clearing up the front porch, so it's kitten-safe, and I'll start letting him in there. I'll have to prop the storm door open, so he can get out if he wants to (at first), and move his sleeping box in there. Then next weekend my brother's bringing his large dog carrier down, so I'll move Fang's sleeping coat (an old winter coat of mine) into that, so he can get used to being in the carrier.

He's also going to be getting gradually acquainted with my dogs. That's inevitable, I think, once he's in the porch. But they can get used to each other through the door first. :p 

But this will definitely make it easier to get him used to the carrier, and he won't go totally berserk when I get him up to Canada and he finds himself in a strange house - with a dog. So, yeah, it'll make the transition much easier for him. And hopefully make the trip easier on both of us.

I'm also more sure Fang is a boy. Don't ask me how - I'd rather forget that little bit of voyeurism - but yeah, I'm pretty sure. I'm just wondering when those little nubbins are going to show up. Unless he's younger than I figured. But he's definitely people-oriented. He follows me around the yard like a puppy, and if either my brother or I come outside, he's right there, demanding attention. He's definitely going to keep his new family occupied :D