I wake up at like 6 (school starts at 8) and check wattpad.

THIS LITTLE DIARY BOOK THINGY IS #610 IN NON-FICTION!!!!

So, you get a sneak peek into the troubles of Finley.

After Lexie died, we were looking for dog breeders in the area; we found some Leonbergers.

Leonbergers are HUGE dogs.

My dad researched the place. It was a puppy mill.

BUT THEY WERE SO CUTE!!

So my parents found some golden retriever breeders. They went to one-they had puppy mill standards.

So they traveled into Ilinois, close to the town where Lexie was found.

THE GUY HAD A GERMAN SHEPHERED AND LIKE 4 GOLDEN REEYRIEVER PARENTS.

So we got Finn in May.

She was the fluffiest puppy ever-even fluffier than Frisco was, and she's POOFY.

She was good for the first day.

The second day, she peed on the floor.

So lo and behold came a never-ending cycle of washing throw carpets and blankets.

Back in October, my parents were going out of town for a day so we asked our friends to take care of her.

She came back with a squeaky football that belonged to their dog Belle before she died.

And now the squeaky toy basket is overflowing.

She loves socks and basically anything she can steal from us.

UPDATE LATER I HAVE TO GO TO CHAPEL