So it's been a while since we got Finn. Not a year yet, but it feels like he's been here forever. At home, I call him "The Finnzo". To the point where he probably thinks that's what "Finn" is short for, now.
I wanted a dog for so long, but I also knew that many people get dogs and then lose interest after a little while. I was worried that would happen, but it hasn't. If anything, Finn and I are more mutually obsessed with each other every day. Everything that makes him happy makes me happy, too. Dog parks are a regular part of our weekends, now. Finn learned how to give hugs and high fives, making him an ideal coworker.
Things aren't perfect. He still steals food every chance he gets and jumps on everyone. Sometimes he dribbles pee even when he just went out. Sometimes he gets so excited he pukes (like when his girlfriend Carly came for a sleepover). Sometimes when Jay and I are talking too late at night he gets up, glares at us, and then heaves a huge sigh and lies back down beside the bed.
But he's always grinning. He always thinks it's the best day ever. He always wants to be where I am and brings me his most precious toys as presents. I was complaining about life being unfair the other day and Jay said "You have a dog." And he was right. Finn makes my life more awesome. Even when he smells like wet dog.