Sometimes I call our dog Finley by the name of my canine soul mate, Riley. And my heart breaks every time. Every. Single. Time.
This was the freaking cherry on the sundae after a rough day at work, rougher semester, and no Luis, Lauren, or Mom to come home to. Luckily I have what that little ball of fluff has grown into - a loving, misbehaving, sweet Fin who rarely listens and always cuddles.
I think I may need an actual sundae to help with this one. Luckily the inFinerator is my ice-cream buddy and he'll be happy to oblige. By the way, he doesn't mind if I call him Riley. Puppies are so forgiving. Bless his heart.