Drying her off
I enjoy walking her, and playing with her
Finlay is amazing. She’s from a puppy farm in New Jersey. Up until June 2018, when we got her, she’d only ever been in a crate. So we’re having some trouble with potty training. But, she’s super sweet. She has a lot of anxiety, probably from past abuse, but I have anxiety, too. Whenever I’m panicking she’s always right by my side, trying to protect me from anyone reaching out to me. I’m gradually teaching her a few tricks and I’m gradually teaching her how to cuddle. She doesn’t bark much, unless she hears the door opening or ringing or knocking. She does this funny thing where she’ll move her back legs. If you scratch her on the left of her butt/back area, she will move her back legs and only her back legs to the left. And same with the right. She’s just all around amazing, though she has her moments. But if I’m in bed, she won’t get out of bed voluntarily. She can be stubborn, but it’s okay, because so can I. She was meant to help me with my anxiety and depression and I’d say she’s doing a great job. When I got her, I actually started crying, holding her. We had to drive way out of town to pick her up from my mom’s friend, and honestly until she was in her crate in the backseat with me alone, it really didn’t register in my mind that it was happening. My last dog, had serious medical issues that my family just couldn’t afford. He had to be put down. My dad hates pets and my mom didn’t want to put another dog through that again. But then my mom and dad separated, and she surprised me asking me about her because of some tough stuff I was going through. I didn’t believe it could be true, but the night I got her I cried and cried. As a 16 year old, I will admit it can be frustrating when you’re mad, to have a dog following your every footstep. Like they’re you’re Shadow. But, it also is kind of cheerful because I know she’s always with me and she depends on me. She may also be attached to my mom, but she’s mainly my responsibility and she seems to know that. If I’m doing chores like cleaning out the litter boxes, she’ll be sitting on a chair in the corner watching me. It’s amazing knowing Finlay may be more terrified of something, yet she’ll still protect me because I’m scared and she loves me.