Good times had by Fin
Last night, human mum thought it would be a really good idea to get me accustomed to walking on three legs. You know, just in case they chop my leg off. So anyway, while I was out back, minding my own business, mum held up my "bad" leg and had me hop around. Now why on earth would I hop on three legs when I know perfectly well I still have a fourth leg that, while it is still sore, works for the most part. All the while she held on my leg, attempting to get me to walk, I kept pulling in the opposite direction trying to get my leg back. COME ON! Let me use that leg while I still have it. Geez. Finally, she realized this lesson was pointless and let me romp around on all four (hello mom, FOUR!) of my legs. She meant well but TOUGH!