The Father's Day Finnigan

Finnigan took a stroll through the Ottawa Farmer's Market today.

He looks like a 12-year-old boy; all legs and feet.

Gordie, The Tooth Fairy

We adore Finnigan, of course, but our love for 12-year-old Gordie knows no bounds.

He's the best pug in the world, despite the barking and the peeing in the house over the years.

He's my best friend, toothless and all.

Gotta love puppies: Otherwise you'd kill them

Sorry to Finnigan fans, for not updating this blog in the last week.
It just seemed that most of the pictures were "more of the same".
We've spent the last few days trying to keep Finn from killing himself and/or Gordie, the pug.
Already this week, he knocked himself out hitting the wall while trying to catch a ball, swallowed a chew bone whole causing much consternation on our part and some fabulously shaped diarrhea on his part, and nearly popped his shoulder out of his socket while lunging at me while on a leash.
Because of the whole chewbone fiasco, Scott has had to get up every other hour every night for the past week.
Truly, Finn is a little shit, in more ways than one.
Gordie, meanwhile, has generally adapted from a) having nearly all his teeth pulled b) losing Ming on the very same day c) trying to recover from surgery and trauma d) having Finnigan drag him around by the collar.
Truly, not only is Finnigan a shit, but he's a first class asshole.
Gotta love puppies.
Otherwise, you'd kill 'em.

The weekend Finnigan

It appears that young Finnigan is in a growth spirt.

Some shots of him on a path near Ramsayville Road.

The Daily Finnigan

Finnigan's first trip to the river.

And in the water.

A stick!

The Chew

What's a boy to do? How is he supposed to chew his stogie after the evil toothfairy took away 10 of this teeth?

Here, Gordie gets creative.

The Daily Finnigan

Tea Time