Finnegan, the lovely Irish Wolfhound, is as full of life as ever, and he's huge. He officially weighs more than I do now.
To my dismay, he has found a love for swimming in the pond. Sure, it's hilarious to watch him swim, but when it comes time to bathe him almost every single day because he reeks, it's not so fun anymore.
Oh, and did I mention that he is huge? Like, gigantic? Dogs like him take a long time to bathe... There's just so much of him!
The beautiful Charles and Jaydee walking towards me. While I would love to say that they were coming just because they love me, I'm sure the carrots in my hand had something to do with it.
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My Uncle in England had a wonderful wolfhound called Diggit. He looked just like Finnigan only he had ginger-ish fur. He had a long and happy life and I still miss the big furball.
Wolfhounds are one of my fave dogs.
They are great dogs, aren't they.
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