All tagged What Finnegan Ate
He ate his leash today, so I can no longer control the speed with which he enters the house after playing fetch outside. I had these gluten free potato farls cooling on the counter on two plates (and paper towels), and in the 40 seconds it took me to remove my boots, he ate one entire plate, including the paper towel.
I painted this watercolour for my uncle as part of our Secret Santa gift exchange, it's a recreation of the house that my mom's whole family grew up in, in Toronto. Some of my earliest memories are of Christmas dinners in this house, and rolling down these little hills in my snowsuit.
Oh man, was he ever smacking his lips after this one. Really... because they were stuck together. I left him in the studio for a minute while I used the bathroom and could hear that he was eating something... URGH. This time I managed to get photographic evidence.
I am totally ashamed of how much cat food Finn has eaten. If I forget for even a split second that I left the cat food on the floor, he's off like a rocket through the house, on a beeline for the cat food, and he can eat an entire bowl in under 5 seconds.
It's a whole other story, though, when the cats go sniffing around HIS food. We make him sit and stay for a while waiting for his food, but sometimes when he is waiting patiently the cats get curious about what smells so good and you should see his whole furry body quivering in indignation when they get near it!
I'm cool with Finn eating trees. He doesn't swallow most of it, he just loves to destroy it and drag it around and chomp on it and then spit out mulch all over the place. He's a mulch machine! Before Jay mows the lawn, he rounds up all the sticks and twigs on the grass and piles them in the wood shed, where Finnegan goes and finds them and drags them all over the lawn and chews them into mulch.
When Finn ate his first bee, I totally panicked. Oh my god! Can they sting him from inside? What if it bites him! What if it goes up his nose! What if EVERYTHING! But then he was fine. In fact, bees are pretty much his favourite snack ever. He stalks them all over the yard and his mouth kind of opens, like a whale eating krill, and then closes with a snap. And then the bee is gone. We have so few bees now. I'm not complaining.
I turned 29, got a dog, and he ate my birthday cards. Actually, in the first week, he ate more than birthday cards, prompting this new blog series "What Finnegan Ate". Birthday cards aren't the worst thing ever, and I managed to catch them before he actually swallowed anything. Also, no harm was done, since I had already opened and read them and removed any money. Ha. But forget saving them, I guess. Brightly coloured envelopes are TOO MUCH temptation!