Saturday morning

Every morning, I get up and take Finn for a walk before work. We both enjoy the walk, it's our 'together' time and a chance for Finn to check out his friends in the neighborhood. Usually we walk around 6:30 am.

On the weekends, I would like to sleep in a bit. Finn is somewhat understanding. He will nudge my arm, I'll tell him I'm not getting up yet, he will sigh, and lay back down to wait. Today he waited, and waited, nudged, sighed, and finally decided to try a new method. He stuck his nose under my pillow and lofted it and my head up. That had the desired affect, I was then laughing too much to go back to sleep.


So we had our walk.


As I usually do, I let Finn off the leash and the end of our road, so he could run home. Our neighbor, who is fond of Finn and whom Finn always greets was walking up his driveway with some tools. Finn galloped up to him, but instead of going to the front of him like he usually does, he ran up behind our neighbor (who had headphones on and had not seen or heard Finn) and shoved his nose rudely into his butt, scaring the poor guy half to death. Finn dashed away to run gleefully laps around the yard.

Yes, he knew exactly what he had done. I called him to come over to properly say hello, but Finn just kept running and bouncing, laughing the whole way.

I have very tolerant neighbors....