Finn entertains

The other day curlmom tried to take my picture, but i'm not sure why.  i was just finishing a patrol of the backyard.  I had checked the lemontree by standing on the doghouse (it makes me a bit taller so i can look into the tree and see the fence better).  I had checked the far corner where there's a tiny hole in the fence and the loudnoise humans come once in a pattern and let a loudsmellymetalsheep eat the grass. So everything was safe, and I was just resting, standing with my head on a chair, thinking about something (don't remember what), or maybe just enjoying my safe space.  Anyway Curlmom came up with a camera, so i went over to see what she wanted. She called me sillydog, which means i did something cute, and i so i followed her inside where she can sit and pet me.
Resting now, will patrol later,
Finn

Many Days Pass

Well, many days have passed.  Most days Curlmom gets up first, then Curldad gets up and feeds us. Curlmom puts on those goaway shoes and vanishes.  Then curldad takes us for a walk and we start our day together.  What does he do, you ask? He's mostly working on those flat boards with the nopaintbrushforyou sticks,  and the smellsawful gray stuff. That pretty much keeps him busy while we keep an eye on the yard, until we ask for attention by nudging him on the arm - you have to do that gently of course; bump him too hard and he gets grumpy. then he takes us for another walk. Most days dogwalkergirl comes by too and so we've been going for ...1,...2,... um, more than 2 walks a day!

Then there are the days when they get up early and sit on the nodogsonthecouch to watch the oh!itsagoal! box.  On those days they both take us for a walk. Curldad takes Rolydog and Curlmom takes me. I'm very good at heeling, and I don't even lunge at those humans with the round spinny legs anymore!
Finn, on patrol.

Finn and the Flat Box

It's early on a stayhome morning and the Curls have been awake for a long time, sitting on the getoffthecouch staring at the flatbox (the one that sometimes has a doorbell or a dog in it, which is exciting, but usually just makes noise - the humans stare at it, though). They say things like "goal!" and "yes! He's on my team!"
I thought they were going to get up and take us for a walk, when one of them said "Hey, the Arsenal game's on!" They sat back down, and even though they pet us, they're distracted.  Rolydog and I have tried looking cute, putting our heads on the table, or a knee, or even on the lapfingertap box.  We even sat with our noses pointed at the glassdoor.  When they yell "Oh, Van Persie, so close!" we think they need our help to cheer them up, but they still sit.  We could make they feel better; besides, if they don't take us out soon, water will start to fall from the sky!

Wait - late breaking news - they yell "hooray Van Persie! Happy 91st Birthday Opa Wim!" I know that an Opa is a grandfather, cause that's what they call Uncle George

Curls are happy, but still no walk
Finn, wishingiwasonpatrol

Finn and the Weather Report

It's been cold around here, but nothing has fallen from the sky until today. In fact I was hoping this was one of those places where there wasn't EVER anything falling from the sky.  Rolydog and I like to keep our feet dry, but today there was water falling, and it got the grass all wet.  Water belongs in a bowl, in our opinion.  There is one nice thing: when it's wet, somehow my paws stay dry, but Rolydog's paws are all muddy when he comes in the house.
Finn, on patrol - well, looking out the window

Finn and the Scent of Home

Tallsister and Abiman came through the door tonight! They have been gone more than 2 days (remember, counting's not really my strong suit).  I know this because Abicat has been in charge of the house while they were gone.  But the most important part of them coming through the door was I caught the scent of Bestmom and Bestdad!! I investigated their trouser legs and baggage and I'm sure I could smell them ... it made me happy to know my bestpeople had visitors at their faraway kennel.  I can tell it was faraway because there were many other interesting scents to read: I could tell they had spent a long time sitting close to lots of people they didn't know (dogs can tell if people know each other, of course). I even smelled egg salad sandwiches packed for a journey.
Now I'm going to settle into MY kennel, a little sad they're far away,  but happy to have news.


Finn, on patrol