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I am the fourth Irish Wolfhound from the left. You might not be able to see the little IW next to me. If I remember correctly, he had a rough start in life and did not grow up to be a BIG BRAWNY IRISH WOLFHOUND LIKE ME. Poor guy. He was cute though. I wore an empty Guinness can around my neck. Mummy wouldn't allow me to wear a full one because she was afraid I would drink it. She made the sacrifice and drank the beer. Someone had to do it.

Despite being in Salt Lake City, the Guinness can was still a winner and I received many cheers at the parade. The last time I went to a parade in my new hometown, I had many people ask to have their picture taken with me. What am I, a freak show? Ok, I suppose I am. This year if we go, I plan on charging them a small fee to go towards the "Finnegan Needs a Damn Leg" fund. Woof woof!