Well, I hate to say this, but my pseudo family is coming to an end. As of tomorrow, Monday, the 27th of April, 2009, Finney will be leaving our home and returning to his rightful owners. Cooper is worried that I might become depressed with his parting, but I tell myself “Self, it will be ok. I’m sure he will be back for visits and maybe you can now get a dog of your own!” When all three of us are home we go out for walks as a family and declare it as such. We say “Hey family, let’s all go for a walk as a family. Oh, family. How great our little family is!” Finney is the son, cooper is the dad and I am the mom. None of this is legit. Cooper and I are not married and Finney is 1.) not a person (although he pretty much is) and 2.) he is not even our dog. Anyhow, time with the big brown boy has been superb. He moved in with us two days after we moved to our new place so we really don’t know this space without him in it. I’m sure there will be some rough transition moments but at least he is just across the bay if I need my Finney fix. Really, his owners need Fintherapy more than I do right now (in trying to adjust to life on land after being at sea for 7 months and now having to get back to “reality”). Oh, and a highlight of a final moment with the Fin-dog: last night we were watching a movie (a rarity these days) and at the very end of the movie Finney (who was sitting right next to me with his rear towards me) farted. We laughed at how loud the passing of wind was but realized as we got up after the movie concluded that it was not just a fart. It was a SHART! All over my arm and our sofa cover. Oh, Finney.