How many schnoodles can I have before I become the canine equivalent of the crazy cat lady?
It may be fate… a dog named Finn… just like one of my favorite Mark Twain boys, or Finny from A Separate Peace. This adorable little Schnoodle (the little guy on the bottom left of this photo) was rescued by an old college friend, and she can’t find his owner. He’s probably about a year old, completely potty trained, and quite cuddly. And he needs a good home.
I don’t need another dog. Harley and I have done quite well together over the past seven years. But this little ball of fur and indiscretion is just so darn cute that I may not be able to say no. What do you think?