Dear Finnackles…

Have you been over to the new Blogville Chronicles?  You have to go and check it out!

The Chronicles is looking for guest writers!  Ahem, so I, Finnackles Howard, will be writing a love column for all your Blogville residents out there.  Now, I know you have a lot of questions – so please let me know what I can help you with.  I am looking forward to it, because at my tender age of 19 months, I have much advice to share with you all, like how to carry on a long distance relationship with dogs in Asia when you are in the USA, how to sniff out the best invitations for parties through peemail, and what color to stamp your paw in those Valentine’s cards.  So come on then, get to askin’!

And, if you’d like to help out with the Chronicles, be sure to drop by and let Ruthie know!

Happy Valetine’s Day!

Dear Cody,

I am looking forward to seeing you tonight at the dance.  MMMMWWWAH!

Love, Finn

Now, you remember that Cody sent me a package last week, right?  Well, one day, there was a knock out at door from the postlady!  An EXPRESS mail delivery for meeee!  
From Singapore!
WOWOWOW!

Looks like a love letter!

Toys!

A squeaky pink octopus, an instant favorite!

Ok, I’m back, posing with my love letter!

Cody, you are really talented with a scissor and glue!

I love my new toys and treats! 
Thank you thank you thank you!

But, I am a little concerned, you aren’t in the box.

I still hope to see you tonight at the dance.  I am at the kissing booth, remember? 
*wink, wink*

Confessions from Finnie’s Momma

I admit it. Getting Finn wasn’t my idea. Well, let’s rewind.

I never had any pets growing up, as my veteran readers know. My husband grew up with dogs and he wanted a dog for us, and so I went along. When it came to pick out a dog, yes, I stood amongst many choices of dogs and pointed her out and said, “That one, please.” But I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

This is my first confession:  I used to google, “I hate my puppy.” Yes, I thought I was going to kill her. The crying, the whining, the biting, the constant need to pee. To poop. The walking, the training, the shots, the vet. I wanted to kill her. I read every person who agreed with me – they were puppy owners who were losing it…slowly…as they raised their dog. Then I kept reading, “wait,” they said, “you will love your dog in a year.” I thought it would never happen. How could I love this…animal….this dirty thing who was suddenly, and without any real planning, in my life. For like, ten years. Or more. *gulp*

So, I started to blog about Finn. I thought it if could see her grow and mature, I would learn to love her. This is my second confession: Blogging has enriched Finn’s little life.  And mine.  The toy reviews, training tips, advice on Finn’s wacky behavior. She has benefitted from this leaps and bounds. And so have I. I have a constant flow of different ideas from folks around the world. And for that, I thank you. I thank you for welcoming Finnie and a I into Blogville, giving us a place to laugh and share our crazy stories, and for giving us inspiration to try new things.

This is my third confession: Somewhere along the line, I didn’t have to learn to love Finn anymore, I just did. I can’t remember when it exactly happened, but one day I stopped dreading to take her out, I looked at her pictures and a big smile came across my face, and at some point, I knew I was sold. I want to thank you all, my readers, my inspiration, for being there whenever it was that I fell in love with Finn.  You have all meant the world to us and have made such a difference in our lives!