I don’t think anyone makes me more angry than my brother H. Finnegan Chin. He is always in my business, hogs time with MY Dad, eats food intended for me and follows me around like he’s my body guard. The “H” stand for Huckleberry… like the Mark Twain character. It could have just as easily stood for “HICK” or “Humper” How Finn came to live with us is quite the tale in itself.
Dad had already brought Loki into my life (never asked for him. Dad found him for Mom. Loki was “Free to a good home”.. which is another way to say “NO COST TO A SUCKER!!!) The Bitty just showed up at our house one day. We opened the front door and in walked Bitty. Mom says Dad planted her on the front porch cause he always wanted a Chihuahua. So, we were already a couple bodies short of being a dog hotel.
Dad was looking on Facebook, as he does most every morning, when I heard him say “Amanda… look at this poor lost baby”. I was laying on the back of the couch, so I glanced over his shoulder at the laptop screen. There was a YouTube clip of a dog, in a shelter, not doing much of anything but standing there with a stupid expression on his face. Dad said “They are going to put this guy to sleep if someone doesn’t do something”.
From there, Dad followed this dogs story for a few days. Apparently the dog was seen wandering the streets of a town in Mississippi for almost a week. He was eating out of trash cans and sleeping in under porches and in ally’s. The SPCA had picked him up and he was out of the quarantine period. They would only hold him for 5 days, then put him down. This dog was another Chin, like me (well.. there is no other Chin like me but we did have the same blood).
As the week went on, a few people asked about him but nobody committed to pick him up. Dad said “Amanda, I can’t let them put him down”… and from that point forward, it appeared I was going to have another brother.
“I’ll bring him home and he’ll stay with us until I can find him a good home”… Dad lied like a shoplifter caught with a pocket full of diamonds. Mom agreed something had to be done… so Dad made arrangements with some really fine people on Facebook who would pick up the dog and hold him till Dad could make it down to bring him home to Northern Kentucky. Ginny Holder was Finn's savior from the clutches of the "Government Man" and showed Finn much love while she had him
Dad tried to find transportation for the dog from Memphis to Nashville to make our drive to pick him up a bit easier. However, he would have had to wait 7 to 14 days before someone could bring him to Nashville… if you know anything about my Dear ol’ Dad, you know waiting is NOT one of his core competencies.
That night he announced that on Saturday… WE WERE GOING TO PICKUP THE NEW DOG!!! “Hot Crap on a Sticky Bun”, I thought to myself, “But… how bad could it be??? He’s one of my breed… maybe I’ll find we are related!” So the dye was cast that the Meek family would be one dog heavier and my life would forever be changed…
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Dad had already brought Loki into my life (never asked for him. Dad found him for Mom. Loki was “Free to a good home”.. which is another way to say “NO COST TO A SUCKER!!!) The Bitty just showed up at our house one day. We opened the front door and in walked Bitty. Mom says Dad planted her on the front porch cause he always wanted a Chihuahua. So, we were already a couple bodies short of being a dog hotel.
Dad was looking on Facebook, as he does most every morning, when I heard him say “Amanda… look at this poor lost baby”. I was laying on the back of the couch, so I glanced over his shoulder at the laptop screen. There was a YouTube clip of a dog, in a shelter, not doing much of anything but standing there with a stupid expression on his face. Dad said “They are going to put this guy to sleep if someone doesn’t do something”.
From there, Dad followed this dogs story for a few days. Apparently the dog was seen wandering the streets of a town in Mississippi for almost a week. He was eating out of trash cans and sleeping in under porches and in ally’s. The SPCA had picked him up and he was out of the quarantine period. They would only hold him for 5 days, then put him down. This dog was another Chin, like me (well.. there is no other Chin like me but we did have the same blood).
As the week went on, a few people asked about him but nobody committed to pick him up. Dad said “Amanda, I can’t let them put him down”… and from that point forward, it appeared I was going to have another brother.
“I’ll bring him home and he’ll stay with us until I can find him a good home”… Dad lied like a shoplifter caught with a pocket full of diamonds. Mom agreed something had to be done… so Dad made arrangements with some really fine people on Facebook who would pick up the dog and hold him till Dad could make it down to bring him home to Northern Kentucky. Ginny Holder was Finn's savior from the clutches of the "Government Man" and showed Finn much love while she had him
Dad tried to find transportation for the dog from Memphis to Nashville to make our drive to pick him up a bit easier. However, he would have had to wait 7 to 14 days before someone could bring him to Nashville… if you know anything about my Dear ol’ Dad, you know waiting is NOT one of his core competencies.
That night he announced that on Saturday… WE WERE GOING TO PICKUP THE NEW DOG!!! “Hot Crap on a Sticky Bun”, I thought to myself, “But… how bad could it be??? He’s one of my breed… maybe I’ll find we are related!” So the dye was cast that the Meek family would be one dog heavier and my life would forever be changed…
TUNE IN LATER THIS WEEK FOR THE CONCLUSION OF THIS STORY...