Son, you know you’re a Finch, don’t you?

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230192_951760173008_7045624_nI love animals, especially dogs.  I grew up with several dogs and cats, I don’t ever remember not sharing my life with at least one pet.  However, a couple of years ago I adopted my very own ball of never-ending energy.

217716_951760472408_4649493_nFinch and I met April of 2011 in the Humane Society of Greater Miami while I was volunteering.  It was love at first sight.  He was the sweetest puppy when we first met, and perfectly behaved when I brought Ringo (the family dog) to meet him.

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However, the second we got him home everything changed.  He has what is apparently commonly known as a “beagle howl,” the sound it unlike anything I’d ever heard before and generally quite loud and startling.  He also has the terrible habit of eating everything in sight (this includes shoes, pants, and  cat poop).

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We had never lived with such a difficult pet, but he was a member of the family and we made adjustments,  there was no more leaving shoes in common areas, we closed all the doors possible and I got him a crate.  The crate situation was extremely short-lived; my mother thought it was a horrifying form of torture and banished it to the tool shed.

253600_993494417248_287976_nStill, despite his faults Finch is an absolutely incredible dog.

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He makes everyone fall in love with him. He will not relent until you pay attention to him, he will yell, jump, and cry until you show him love.  I have witnessed several people who are not particularly fond of dogs fall in love with my baby.

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He also hates rain, it terrifies him and it is heartbreaking to watch shiver and shake as it pours (which is a common occurrence around these parts), his honey-brown eyes wide.  Once the storm passes he curls up by himself and falls asleep for hours.

230154_951766864598_2628675_nFinch also hates being alone.  When I go to work, if no one stays with him, I return to a fifteen minute beagle howl monologue, presumably expressing how I’ve wronged him.

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Whenever I get upset at his misbehavior, he looks up at me just the right way and I am completely disarmed and dissuaded; his expressive face allows him to get away with everything.

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For his first birthday (since we don’t actually know the date we celebrate the date we adopted him) my mother wrote an ode to the Finch:

Este es Finch. Hace hoy un año que llegó a nuestra casa. Es un perrito especial, nervioso, muy testarudo, cariñoso y juguetón. Mi hija lo encontró, sin buscarlo, en una perrera. Yo no sé cómo ni por cuánto tiempo soportó este animalito tan sensible la calle y la dura vida de un perro en una perrera, tal vez en una jaula, sin nadie que lo consolara cuando llovía o tronaba, sin el enorme caudal de amor y atención que necesita cada día. No es un perrito fácil. Cada vez que se acuerda de quién es, se come algo caro y que a uno le gusta mucho: un ajustador de Victoria’s Secret, una manta de cashemira, el lápiz de ojos preferido. Después te mira con sus ojos de caramelo y sale corriendo con sus patitas cortas, levantando la derecha a lo Charles Chaplin, y no hay nada que hacer, solo sonreír y echarse la culpa a uno mismo por dejar las cosas donde no debía. Tiene uno de los peores alientos perrunos que haya olido en mi larga experiencia con la raza canina y una voz alta, aguda y demandante que taladra los tímpanos. Pero su alegría no se compara con nada, la manera en que busca que lo quieran, sus ocurrencias, singularidades y su tremenda “personalidad” (ya quisiera mucha gente que conozco tener la mitad de su gracia). Nunca sabremos qué día nació realmente este perrito, pero nuestro Finch nació hace exactamente un año, cuando él encontró una familia que entendiera sus peculiaridades y nosotros, el perrito precioso y simpático que completa nuestro hogar, que ha llenado desde entonces con su alegría.

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