I miss you too, Fin!

One of the hardest things for me to leave behind when I took this job was my dog, Finley; she ranks in the top 3. Trying to explain to people that either don't have a dog or aren't dog people...they thought I was "that" girl. You know, the wacko chick who talks to her dog in baby voices and lets it lick her mouth. Um, eww. Don't get me wrong, I love Finley but she is a dog. I'd explain that I was really torn about what to do because I didn't have anywhere for Finley to go. I was still getting the numerous looks of, "Lady, it's just a dog...get a life."Many of you know that Finley is a bit, special shall we say. Her breed is a hunting breed, meant to go go go for hours on end. And she does. But she is also the funniest dog I've ever met. I knew that if I were to give her a new home, she would probably end up in the pound as she is not a calm, lay-by-the-fire kind of dog and most people can only stand Finley in small doses. She is definitely a one-woman dog and has been my right-hand girl for over 3 years. We've lived in numerous places together and been through many adventures together as well; although too many adventures with weirdos at dog parks for my liking! The thought of Finley ending up in the pound or being put down was tearing me up and thankfully, my mom loves Finley as much as I do...she offered to take Finley until I was living in a home again, as she couldn't bear to think of Finley in those situations either. Needless to say, Finley is doing very well with my parents. She drives them nuts on occasion, as she did me. But that all melts away when she puts her head in your lap and looks at you with the, "aren't I cute and not loved enough" look.

Yesterday, my mom tells me that she'd been going through a bunch of my clothes that I had slated for Goodwill; itemizing and making sure I hadn't decided to chuck some treasure as we're the same size. She had made organized piles in my old room, keeping the door closed so Finley wouldn't go in and terrorize them. During one of Finley's racehorse sprints through the house, she ran past my room and whirled around, heading for the clothes. I guess my clothes still smell like me as she gave the piles a few good sniffs and then curled up on top of the piles with what my mom describes as a seriously pitiful look. It's good to know that she still remembers me as I still miss her dearly.

Posted by Mandy at 9:05 AM