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.