Finn.
On December 27th he turned 10.
In dog to human years he’s 70.
He’s grey in the face and butt.
Snores.
Has mellowed in many ways.
Still likes to chase a ball or a stick.
And more than anything, he just loves to be outside.
Most days, we have to call him back in.
He’d stay out there overnight if we let him.

I often say he’s going back to the wild....
...and writing that gives me a tearful tug on the heart.

I love this pup.
I love this chapter of Finn.
I’m hopeful it’s a long one.