That's right! Move over Snoopy...us WFT's are taking over and we are starting in the air!!
Meet Stanley, he is a four month old wire fox terrier who lives in Leigh, Essex, England and he loves to go for "walks" in his miniature Spitfire.
Apparently Stanley's family, Phil and Sharon Cook made the miniature plane for a Halloween party and Stanley loved it! Mrs Cook said: 'Stanley loves it. We decided to go for a Spitfire as a nod towards Remembrance Day. 'He is content to sit in the cockpit and watch the world go by.'
He's all dressed up and ready to go too, with his bomber jacket, goggles and hat- wouldn't you say? How dapper!
(note from mom: I am amazed daily by the antics of these little fox terriers!! How they LOVE life and go at it with everything they've got! What an amazing breed of dog---and how comical they all are too!!)
That's right mom! We are amazing and Stanley is only 4-months old...wait till he get's a little more opportunities to astound to world!!! hehehe!
My mom and I wrote this post about a good friend of ours, Janie who got sick while being fostered. They though Janie had pancreatitis, but turns out that Janie ate a bunch of stuff that she shouldn't have gotten into. Thankfully Janie will be okay. She is being return to rescue and will still look for her forever home.
I'm a creature of habit. I admit it. I like routine and I like what I'm used to. If I have too much new stuff, I get a bit overwhelmed, and let's just suffice it to say I get a bit grouchy. My routine is that mom wakes me up in the morning (I'm usually a late sleeper and everyone around here gets up early) and gives me kissies and sings me the "It's the I love Mackie Hour song". That's a song mom made up for me just because she loves me so much...it gos to the Howdy Doody tune. Sometimes I'm in the mood to go outside and pee and sometimes I'm not,bout that's neither here nor there. Once up, I wow mom and dad with all the stretching moves I can do. I stretch the front legs, the back legs, the back and occasionally, I throw them a bone and give them a nice loud yawn....they LOVE that and I get all kinds of applause...again, neither here nor there. I get up, get my medication wrapped in a half-slice of cheese, get my 2 tablespoons of yogurt..yummy, and then get my leash on an head out with daddy to go to grandma and grandpas...I get into the back seat and then stand on the center console so as to get a good view pont to navigate Dad there (I really don't think he can go anywhere without me!)Then I have a whole day at grandma and grandpa's (full of a whole different set of routines, incluing my breakfast at 11am, routine walkies and routine snacks!) and at about 3:40pm I sit by the door and wait for daddy. I always know when he's comin'. Then I get loaded back up in the backseat, get back on the console to show daddy the way home. About 3 or 4 blocks away from home, I start to get excited...which of course gets Ollie all in an uproar and he starts barking. (Mom says she feels bad for dad having to drive along with all that noise in the car. Mom hates loud noises...and bight lights, but again, I digress....) Once home, I fight dad to get to the back gate; he opens the gate and I tear off to chase and destroy and vermin that dares be in my yard while I was away. I spend a lot of time then telling them what I'll do to them if they just had enough nerve to come out of the trees. Dad lets Finnegan out and we start to play. Once of the fun things we do is to play chase around the big tree bench in our backyard. Boy, does this get mom and dad laughing, so , of course, we keep it up! Check out the video...mom says that we do this for 5 minutes at a time, but sh never has the camera at the right time!
Anyway, then Dad puts us inside while he gets ready to ride his bike and I wait patiently at the door for mommy. She come through the door, waggles all around! (She loves that and says I have the best tail!) Then back outside with Finnegan and Ollie for some romping, then dinner, then back outside to play with the other boys and mom. Once it's time to some inside I like to lay on the sofa and rest. I really like it if mom sits down too, so I'll lay with her...best yet is when she has a blanket too! Then once it's bedtime (someitmes I have to remind the old folks its time to go to bed) I head for hte back door to go pee one last time before I settle in for the night...then the whole day start again tomorrow!!
Just want to tell you all about a chance to help Fox Terriers in need all around the country. The Fox Terrier Network (FTN) formed a Crafters' group that is raffling off it’s first quilt to help with its work for Fox Terriers. The first quilt is a beautiful antique quilt. The design is called "Dresden Plate." The squares were found in a chest by the grandaughter of the woman pictured. This lady lived in Arkansas and it appears the blocks were made from used flour sacks. During the depression, these flour sacks often became first clothing and then quilts. One of our members found the coordinating fabric and put the quilt together, then hand quilted it. The quilt back is muslin. The finished size of this beautiful quilt is approximately 64 inches X 80 inches. This is a great chance to get a brand-new Antique quilt just in time for Christmas!
All tickets, which are $5.00 each, can be purchased from the FTN website. Click on the ad and buy your tickets! Once you have paid, your ticket and number (or tickets and numbers!) will be e-mailed to you. Ticket sales close December 10, 2007! Get your tickets now! The drawing will be on December 14, 2007.
Thanks for helping FTN help our fox terriers and those that love them.
Mom and Dad have still been pretty busy and mom says her job has been a pain lately. So, that pretty much means that I have little if any blogging time. As it is I've had to sneak this time early in the morning while mom is in the bath to catch up with my blogger pals. Life's been pretty good although I still have some itchies. They are much better, but still there nonetheless. I've switched food again to Ollie's precription science diet food for allergies. Mom's not sure if that's why I am getting better, but she's doing everything she can to help. Which includes lots of baths (which I like) and lots of gunk in my itchy ears..which I don't like. Oh, well, I'm hoping the fall weather helps. Anyway, I wanted to show my friends what a complete gentleman I am when I eat.
Sometimes mom feeds me from a fork and I an so easy and neat about everything. Guess mom didn't realize how special this trait was until she tried to feed Finnegan and Ollie from a fork and they just don't get the concept. They paw it, or try to lick it off. Dummies. Mom says her schnauzer, Chancellor ate off a fork too so she didn't know it was a special thing (of course he could eat off a fork..mom brags about him all the time...Chancey was SO SMART she says, Chancey was so HANDSOME she says, Chancey, Chancey, Chancey...well, bah humbug....I'm just as good as stinky ol' Chancey) (Note from mom: Mackie- you ARE a wonderful boy and yes, as good as Chancey. You both are just very different, that's all and I don't love you any less.) Glad she got that straight, but she should have said I LOVE YOU MORE! But at least I have it in print...I AM AS GOOD AS CHANCEY!!! Hah!
Well, Mom and Dad finally came home from California where they said they had a "wonderful" time. Can't imagine how since I wasn't there, but I think they are just trying to save face. I really missed them and gave them a fantastic welsoming when they arrived. I gave mom frantic kisses and ran fast laps around the house and yard....they laughed and giggled at me so it was all worth it. Besides, just wanted to remind them how cute I am and what they missed while they where gone...oh, and that I had a smashing time too..so there! Mom said they really missed me...of course they did, I could have told them that. Silly people. Finnegan came home the next morning and I was glad to see him too. Mom said that he had a good time at the kennel, but I could tell he was happy to be home too. He slept and slept the next day with this big grin on his face. Silly puppy. Hope everyone had a great week and that all is well. I'll check in with everyone's blogs this week if mom doesn't hog the confuser.
Oh, by the way, check out my new video. Mom and Dad thought it was funny to show all my friends the big fuss I make over the hose...especially when I can't get to the hose. It's my favorite toy afterall and I'm not completely convinced that it isn't a snake getting my folks. I'll rip it apart! hehehehh!
Mom and Dad have been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Seems they’ve been planning a “vacation” and are getting ready for it. I know what a vacation is, but I don’t understand how they can have a vacation without me. Seems they are planning to go to California for a week or so and have no plans to take any of us dogs along. Now, I can see not taking Ollie or Finnegan, but why leave me at home? I’d enjoy the 80 degree, humidity free San Diego weather more then they ever would…and the beach too! Mom said that they are going to leave Ollie and I with Grandma and Grandpa and Finnegan has to got to the kennel. I don’t think I’ve been away from mom for this long since they brought me home to live with them. I sure am going to miss them and I know mom is going to miss me…she keeps telling me so. I keep telling her that there is only one solution for this…take me too, but she says they cannot. Hub-bub. Anyway, I won’t be checking in with any of you friends for a bit over a week or so cause grandma won’t let me on her computer there…something about my nails on the keyboard…sheez! So friends, take care and I’ll see everyone in just over a week!!
My dad did make it home, by some miracle. I’ll never know how he gets around without me. Of course, maybe its all a big scam…maybe he just goes around the block and sits all day waiting until 4pm when he usually comes home and then walks in the door like he’s been at work all day…yeah, that must be it because I’m sure he needs me to navigate for him otherwise. Anyway, have I mentioned that I’ve been having skin trouble? Well, I have and mom decided she was going to wage a war again the hot spots and she is finally winning. I was taking benedryl everyday but now I’m on an antibiotic and it seems to be clearing up. Also, I get to have bath in oatmeal shampoo twice a week. Yes, I said, I get to…I like my oatmeal baths. For example, mom was kinda disappointed yesterday morning when she ran a bath for herself and went into her closet to get her clothes, I jumped into the bathtub. When she came in she said “Aw, Mackie!- Have you stolen mommies bath?” and I wagged my tail to say that I had which of course just made her laugh. I knew then that I was in and I’d get a good oatmeal scrubbing. Oh, it felt so good! This morning, Finnegan got a bath because mom said something about him going on a trip with them tomorrow. I can’t imagine that they would take that little punk and leave me at home. (Note from mom: As I have mentioned before, Mackie is a terrible traveler! He has too much anxiety and is hard to handle on long trips…Finnegan is a good traveler and rides very nicely.) Seems mom and dad are going to some family reunion in Pennsylvania tomorrow and my grandma is going too. Oh how I love my grandma. I know grandma will talk them into letting me go too…right, grandma??? ….grandma???...hello.., grandma??...This isn’t looking good for me.
I’m not really sure what is going on today because I’m at home and no one is around. Well, Ollie and Finnegan are home, but I mean people. Usually, when mom and dad go to work, Ollie and I go to grandma and grandpa’s house, but dad didn’t take us with him today and I’m worried. He may not know where he is, or how to get home! You see, I usually stand on the center console in the Rover and tell dad how to get places and without me, we may never see him again. Still not sure why we couldn’t go to grandpa’s today but now I’m most worried that we’ll never see dad again. He certainly can’t find his was around the sprawling city that we live in without me there as a guide.
(Mom: Mackie, you dad can get around fine. He was driving for years before you came around and besides, Easton is a very small little town.)
Don’t listen to mom. She has no idea what I’m talking about. Besides, it took me years to train her before I ever had to start with dad. Sheez, people.
Have a good weekend everyone!! I’m not really sure what is going on today because I’m at home and no one is around. Well, Ollie and Finnegan are home, but I mean people. Usually, when mom and dad go to work, Ollie and I go to grandma and grandpa’s house, but dad didn’t take us with him today and I’m worried. He may not know where he is, or how to get home! You see, I usually stand on the center console in the Rover and tell dad how to get places and without me, we may never see him again. Still not sure why we couldn’t go to grandpa’s today but now I’m most worried that we’ll never see dad again. He certainly can’t find his was around the sprawling city that we live in without me there as a guide.
(Mom: Mackie, you dad can get around fine. He was driving for years before you came around and besides, Easton is a very small little town.)
Don’t listen to mom. She has no idea what I’m talking about. Besides, it took me years to train her before I ever had to start with dad. Sheez, people.
It's been weeks now since I've written, and about the same time since I have even visited my blog or anyone else's. Sorry I've been so out of it. My little brother Finnegan (that's him running in the picture)had his first birthday on August 2 and mom and I agreed that we didn't feel much like doing a blog celebration so soon after losing dear Oscar. Since Oscar was just a little pup too, it seemed kinda weird to say good-bye to a good friend and celebrate something within a few days. Finnegan did have a nice birthday though. Mom took him off to camp and they had a birthday party for him there with all of his doggie camp pals. He even had frosty-paws and came home wearing a bandana that they gave him that said Birthday Boy! I have only one thing to say- S-P-O-I-L-E-D!!! Finnegan was so tired from all the play and his birthday party that he was too tired to come out of his crate for dinner that night! Heheheh! Mom says it was the single quietest night we've have since Finnegan came along! So anyway, my little brother is growing up. He's about as tall as I am now, but much slimmer still. Finn weighs in at 20 lbs and, well, let's just say I'm a lot more than that ; ) Finnegan and I get along famously. We love to romp and play and wrestle (I always win of course!) but he is a fast little guy and I can never catch him if he doesn't want me too.
Anyway, I want to say Happy Birthday to my great pal, Bogart and Jackson! Yesterday was Bogarts 2nd birthday and today is Jackson's birthday. Happy birthday pals! I hope you have as much fun as Finney did and that you get frosty paws and lots of lovin'!!!
I am in total shock. I just can't believe what I have just read. I got a message from Maggie to check Oscar's blog. I am so sad to say that the news is not good. Our dear friend Oscar passed away on Saturday morning. He had been sick only a short time and still unknown exactly what caused it. He was so young. He was only 1 in May, just a puppy. We are so sad and are crying for Katy and Martin because we know how much this hurts and how sad they must be. Please join us in sending healing thoughts and prayers to them. Rest in peace, dear buddy. You will be missed.
Mom has been pretty busy lately working and stuff so she and dad have worked out a pretty nice system to make it up to us. Every Saturday night for the past few weeks, mom and dad have been taking us out to some park like place where we can see people and boats and all kinds of stuff. The best part about it is that mom and dad let us get in the water...well, that is they let Finnegan and I get in the water and lately just Finnegan because I have been having skin problems and mom won't let me in. Ollie doesn't have much interest in the water and besides if he gets wet he is wet for a week. (Well that is an exaggeration but mom always says it, so I will too!)
Little Finnegan has decided he really likes the water and has been playing in my sprinkler out back too. I may have to eat him for this. It is most definitely MY sprinkler and I didn't see anything about sharing him in the agreement mom and I had when she asked if she could bring home another WFT. Sheez.
On a bad note, I've been having skin problems all of the sudden. Mom has always felt lucky because she knows of so many WFT's who have skin problems and I have always done so well. Not really sure why I have them. Mom and Dad have had me on a really high quality food and treats too, but still I have been getting hot spots. Mom got a new bag of Natural Balance Potato and Duck formula for allergies and we'll see if that helps. I sure hope so; I'm tired of being itchy!
Today I'm going to break the rules. Sometimes it just has to be done. My mom wants to tell you all about a special little rescue dog that was here a few days ago and the wonderful people who adopted him.
I'd like to share with you all a pretty nice story - I think, anyway. In late June I got an email from a lady who said she saw a wire fox terrier in a shelter in Delaware. Since I am the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Delaware volunteer for Fox Terrier rescue I called the shelter to inquire about him. The said they had him but it was the first day he was eligible for adoption so they wouldn't work with rescue. I asked for them to take my name and number and to call me should anything change and asked them to please not put him down if he is not adopted. Some shelters don't like to work with rescue groups so I figured it was one of those cases and thought I'd call back in a week and start bothering them again. Last Friday I got the call from the shelter. He had been up for adoption for a week and no one was interested so they were going ot put him to sleep. I was out of town in the Southwestern corner of PA. I told them I couldn't come but the lady promised they would hold him for me until Tuesday. So Tuesday I left early from work and drove to Wilmington DE to get the fella. He was in awful condition. Filthy, matted hair, feces all over him, long toenails, stunk to high-heaven, had dirt and wax and God only knows caked in his ears and was flea ridden. Amazing that he was up for adoption in this condition. I told them who I was and they asked if I had seen the dog, when I said I had they asked if I still wanted him. (Imagine that...). His name was Sparky and he was an owner surrender because the owners said they were moving and could not take him with them. (the very best thing that could have ever happened to him) I paid the fee and got him out of there. He had a full out panic attack being put into the crate in my car. When I got him home I interacted with him a bit and took him to the basement to get cleaned up. I worked on him for about three hours. I clippered him down, trimmed his nails, but out the matts and gave him a flea dip. He never flinched. He was perfectly fine with me doing all of this to him. When he got out of the sink he ran around the basement totally excited and ran over and wrapped his little paws around me and literally hugged me. Wow. What a boy. Hard to think that something this sweet could have been treated so poorly. Soon I found out a few things about him. He has terrible separation anxiety. No way to tell is this is a longtime issue or just caused by his recent he could leap a foot foot fence with no problem at all. Great Houdini. But he is a sweet, easy, calm dog who got along beautifully with my three boys and had a gentle, special little soul. Amazing little boy especially considering all he'd been through. Since I already have the three boys at home (and are transporting two smooths over the weekend) I couldn't keep him long. Thankfully a lady who has helped with rescue offered to foster him for me. Meanwhile another rescuer sent me three of the apps she had on file, one of whom already had the vet check, additional reference and home visit done.One of the apps really stood out. A couple, she is a retired registered nurse, he is a physician. She has has wires, schnauzers, scotties, and welshies. Some of them were rescues throughout the years. I spoke with her by phone she was touched by his story and was concerned that he had to go to foster when he already had separation anxiety. I sent her a picture of him and she liked him. This was a wonderful woman. She and her husband really wanted him. We discussed having her come over the weekend, but instead she and her husband drove 2.5 hours to meet me with him last night. I could tell by her face the minute she saw him, she was in love with him. Not long after our meeting, I said to them, "He's such a great little easy boy. I think you will grow to love him" and the man said "I think I already do". So sweet and touching. He is going to a wonderful, safe, secure, patient home and his whole life just turned around from horrible to marvelous in 48 hours. No question that he will have issues that he will have to overcome, but I really think this guy has found a gift. Its amazing to me how things can change so quickly because of wonderful people like this who are anxious to open their homes and hearts to a little dog that needs a little extra. Just amazing. My husband went with me last night. He has seen dogs come through the house, he knows about a lot of the work that is involved with them and knows that oftentimes I'm not where he wants me to be because I'm transporting some dog or something. Last night after Sparky drove off with his new family, Steve said he finally understands why people do this.
Mackie's mommy
So there is Sparky's story, via my mom. I have to admit, he was a nice little guy. I tried to get her to take Ollie to those nice people instead, but she said they wanted a wft, not a Bearded Collie...duh, mom...doesn't everyone?
Oh, Oh, Oh- I am all over the new game that I saw on Bussie's website (and Romeo's and Ozzy's too!) Here are my answers:
1. Your age? 6 (I'll be 7 in November)
2. Your age when came to live with your people? 2.5 years old- mommy and daddy rescued me!
3. What color is the collar you’re wearing right now? Blue with a celtic print on it
4. Who is your favorite person other than the people you live with? Um, Um,...too many! Aunt Michelle, Grandma Sheila, Grandma Eve, Grandpa Dan and oh, yes, I do love my Aunty Robin too!
5. How much do you weigh? Oh I hate this question! About 33 lbs
6. Most expensive thing you’ve ever chewed up? I pretty much stick with my toys..
7. Do you like other Dogs? I like some, mistrust most...
8. Who is your best non-human friend? My dear little pain in the butt brother, Finnegan!
9. Squeaky Toys or Tennis Balls? Squeakies inside the house, tennis balls outside!
10. Do you like to be brushed? I like to have my back brushed. I'll bite you if you try to brush my back legs....grrrrr!
11. Peanut Butter or Cheese? CHEESE!!?/ Did you say CHEESE??? (Where is it??)
12. Do your people cut your toenails? Yup and they stink at it...good thing they have that stop bleeding stuff or I'd die from a loss of blood.
13. Any formal education? Yup!
14. Couch potato or Energizer Bunny? Both! I have times of doing both and I'm good at both!
15. Five nicknames your people call you? Mommy's Baby, Mackie Doodle, Punk, Bud, Baby Boy
16. What is your best trick? Sitting pretty (but I am also excellent at just hanging around and looking cool!)
17. Do you like kitties? They are very yummy!
18. What did you have for breakfast? Wellness dog food and tuna fish.
19. Can you hunt (aka have you ever killed anything living)? If so, what? Oh, I'm a good hunter! I've killed bunnies, birds, moles, a lizard and a squirrel!
20. When & why was the last time you went to the V.E.T.? Last fall for my ear infections.
21. Where do you sleep at night? In the spare room on the bed. (I'm not allowed to sleep with mom and dad anymore since I bite them in my sleep...)
22. Do you like to swim? Uppy!
23. Can you make puppies? Nope. (There are too many puppies anyway!)
24. Do you give kisses? Oh yes! My Aunt Amy says I give rape kisses cause I'll hold you down and kiss you wheather you like it or not!! (You'll like it, I promise!) heheheh!
25. Can you potty on command? I'm open to suggestions.
26. To Cuz or not to Cuz? Oh yes, I LOVE my cuz ball. I eat its feet off athen I de squeak it and then I squeeze it and blow the air out of it! What a fun toy!!
Mo's been on a kick lately. Last week I got a haircut and nw this week mom gave me a bath and ANOTHER haircut!! Can you believe that? And she massacred me! I admit I don't let mom brush my back legs...I HATE it! She can brush the rest of me and thats okay...on second thought, maybe not, I won't let her brush my belly either, but when she gets the brush out, I come running. I love to have my back bushed and my mustashe is pretty good too...I can't say I care for her brushing my front paws, but dare not touch my back legs or I'll snap and if her hand is in the way, well so be it. (Yes, I have to admit I will bite when provoked) (Note from mom: It doesn't take much to "provoke" Mackie. Sometimes he just gets grouchy and we all stay out of his way! He also hates to be told "no" and of course having his back legs brushed sets him off...let's see so does having his feet touched while he's sleeping) Enough of that mom! I'm trying to tell everyone what a horrible job you did on my hair. So anyway, because I won't let mom brush my back legs regularly, my hair was matted. So mom decided to put me ont eh grooming table in the basement and muzzle me! The indignity!!! Then she proceeded to brush my back legs before she realized that a brush would'nt get through it! heheheh! Then she tried the Coat King to no avail, then the matt cutter and I have to admit here that I let out a little cry (just to jerk her chain of course, it never really hurt!) and she gave in. I thought that meant she would let me off that darn table, but instead she shaved my back legs!! Urgh! A WFT missing his rear furnishings! I look silly! I look bow-legged! (note from mom: He does look silly and he looks FAT!!heheheh But I had no choice. This is a good lesson to Mackie that he is just going to have to let me brush his back legs when the rest of him is getting brushed!) I'm humiliated....
I can tell you that I'm not so happy. Seems Mom and Dad went to Philly to see a bike race and visit Daniella, Ron and Axel and guess who stayed home? ME! What's worse is who do they take with them?? FINNEGAN!!! This is an outrage! This has got to stop! This little fella comes into the house, and don't get me wrong, I like the little guy, but to take him and leave me at home???
(Note from mom: Mackie is a TERRIBLE traveler! He whines and prances and is so much work! Besides, he would never be able to be around all the noise from the bike race- the sirens, the motorcycles, the loud music....Mackie doesn't do well at all arund these things despite what he's telling you!)
Anyway, I see on Axel's blog that they had a wonderful time! I think they have A LOT of making up to do! I WANT ICE CREAM!!!
Friday, June 01, 2007
Its the weekend! Woohoo! Its the weekend! Woohoo! Its the weekend...you get the idea, right! I'm hoping mom will be home more this weekend then she has in the past several weeks. Seems there is always something that takes her and dad away from home. I know she said she was going to volunteer at some adopt-a-thon on Saturday to help find homeless dogs a new place to live. As long as that isn't our house, that's okay by me! Have a good weekend everyone~!~
So I've been pretty busy being a big brother to Finnegan. He relies on me to play with him, run with him, wrestle with him, go with him on walks and generally tell him how things go around here. He's a pretty quick learner and I'd admit I have grown to love the little fella. Here is a picture of me kissing Finn. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, I 'm all about the girls and all (Ms. Sunshade, Opy, Banba!!) but still a little brother needs to know he's loved sometimes. Besides, he gives me something to do and is pretty good for me waist line too! So pretty much havig a little brother rocks! Actually I like it even better than blogging so I'm sorry that I don't blog so much anymore, playng with Finn is so much more fun!!
It is with heavy heart I have to tell you of a great Wire Fox Terrier's passing. Nigel Precott -"American-born statesdog, philosopher, adventurer, essayist, barrister, mixologist, canine behaviorist, pioneering dog blogger and ball player (he sometimes went by "Shoeless Nige") died Saturday, April 28, 2007 in his doggie dad's arms at a veterinary clinic in Palm Harbor, Florida. He died of complications from living an extremely long and happy life. He was somewhere between 15-and-a-half or 17. Nigel was timeless, but he was not ageless." Please visit Nigel's amazing blog to read about this boy. Wow. It left me speechless and that's saying something for a WFT. Nigel's blog will now be penned by his little sis, Gimlet who is also a writer extraordinaire. Rest in peace dear friend. Here's to an amazing life.
My name is MacInturff, Mackie for short, I am a wire fox terrier and I live in Maryland with my mom, Melissa, my dad, Steve and two brothers, Finnegan and Ollie. I am ten years old. I have two brothers, Ollie and Finnegan. Ollie is a nine year old Bearded Collie. Finnegan a four year old Wire Fox Terrier like me. Honestly, Finn is my favorite cause we like to play and romp together and I like being the big brother!! ; )
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