Finn

All About Finn

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Finn

I can’t believe it. Mom just got off the phone with her writing coach and one of her assignments is to interview me! OMG! I can’t wait to hear what questions Mom is gonna ask me.

And if she does like when she used to be an investigator, the last question will be totally up to me – something like, “Finn, is there anything I didn’t ask that you would like to talk about?” Believe me, that will definitely be my favorite question cause then I get to have my say.

Mom doesn’t need my help to come up with some good questions, but I hope she reads this Bark first and sees some of the stuff I’d like to talk about.

1) When dead dogs cross over the bridge, what’s at the end of that bridge?
2) How come people say “NO” so often? Why so many rules?
3) Why aren’t dogs supposed to sniff the crotch of visitors? That makes no sense.
4) Mom says she’s too old to get another puppy. How can that be?
5) Why am I so afraid of slippery gray floors?

Well, I could go on forever but you get the idea. Mom says she wants to do the interview this evening after we’ve taken our long walk and had our dinner. That gives me all day to be happy just thinking about ME being the center of attention. So stay tuned. This is fun stuff. I can’t wait!

Finn

Asherpark

In My Opinion

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Finn

In case you’re wondering, there’s gonna be more from Nellie’s diary. I’ve been going through her papers and found that she didn’t always finish her stories. Sometimes there’s a gap between what just happened and her next adventure. That leaves me trying to fill in the empty spaces and that takes some time.

Mom suggested I take a break and post a bark about what’s been happening at Asherpark. Believe me I got a lot to say about that. What happened here on New Year’s Eve was awful and I’m still really mad about it.

You all know we live in the country. Our neighbors have horses and chickens and dogs are everywhere. And you all know us dogs hate fireworks and we suffer through the night until the blasts are over. But the poor dumb horses – they can get so riled up they hurt themselves or even colic.

The people on our road fall into two categories – fireworks lovers and fireworks haters. Yep, you’re right. Me, Mom and Journey are in the fireworks haters group. The fireworks lovers don’t have horses to worry about, but they all have dogs they don’t mind torturing hour after hour with horrible booms, blasts, and shrieking whistle bombs.

The fireworks started on New Year’s Eve around 8PM. Mom had already given me and Journey some medicine to help us stay calm. It helps a little, but in reality it barely takes the edge of our misery. With every boom, crackle or pop Journey sounds off like it’s the end of the world. She kinda looks like the world is ending too.

At one point I was lying real close to Mom. She had her arm over my shoulders. Every time a blast went off Mom could feel me flinch. “Oh Finnie,” she said “I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”

Me and Journey were sorry too. None of us got any sleep until the fireworks finally stopped around 2AM. We fell into a deep sleep when some jerk set off one last fire cracker at 5AM. We all woke up and not in a very good mood. I could tell Mom was really steamed.

“Let’s get up you silly mutts. At least you can enjoy an early breakfast,” Mom said. Aussies never say no to food, so we hopped off the bed and quick headed into the kitchen. Mom handed us a chunk of frozen meat and we wandered outside to eat on the grass.

Suddenly we spotted a rabbit in the far corner of the yard. We took of like we were shot out of a cannon, chomping on our breakfast as we ran. Once our mouths were empty, Mom let us run around barking like fools for twenty minutes. We don’t usually get to bark like that in the morning, but she said we could pay back the neighbor for all his fireworks the night before.

We hope the neighbor heard us. We hope he got real mad that our barking woke him up. We hope next year he thinks about us dogs and the horses and the wildlife that have to suffer because he likes to make things go boom. Most of all, we wish he would find another way to celebrate the new year. Me and Journey are gonna ask Mom if she will take us someplace where there aren’t any fireworks next year. We’re just looking for a little peace and quiet.