Dear Finnigan,
Yes, I realize that you're a wiener dog, and you're completely illiterate. But, ever since I picked you out of your litter two years ago, I knew we would be very best friends. We've been through a lot together; a very stressful few months of potty training, the incident where you decided it would be fun to eat my new Kylie Jenner Lip Kit, the many times you've destroyed a pair of my shoes, and countless hours of cuddles. But, when it comes down to it, you're always there for me, and that's what matters. I think that deserves a big thank you (and maybe a few treats).
Thank you for always being there to cheer me up when I'm down. There have been so many times where I've been struggling with something and stressed out, and you've come to my rescue with tail wags and kisses. Even though it's great to talk to a friend when you're upset, sometimes all you need is some quality dog time.
Thank you for being loyal. You're my trusty follower, never leaving my side when I'm at home. It does get a little excessive when you follow me out into the garage when I'm trying to leave, giving me those big puppy dog eyes, but I'll let it slide for now. Though thick and thin, no matter what I look like or what I'm going through, you're right there with me even when nobody else is.
Thank you for having a great personality. (Yes, I'm a firm believer that dogs have personalities...) You're sweet and welcoming when I finally come home from college, but it's not too long until you resume your normal shenanigans. Even though it's slightly annoying when my things go missing only to turn up in your bed, or when I'm not giving you enough attention and you poke my leg with your cold, wet nose, I still think you're the best dog ever. Just try to quit waking me up at 3 AM with a squeaky toy trying to convince me to play fetch with you.
Thank you, most of all, for keeping my mom company when I'm at college. Being an only child is really hard because you know you're leaving your parents alone at home when you move out. But, you've managed to successfully take my place. Mom says that you're even more work than I was when I was a little kid... I'm sure she doesn't mind it though. You do a wonderful job of barking whenever you see an intruder (it's never an actual intruder...usually it's just the mailman or a squirrel), which makes her feel a lot better on nights when she's alone. You play a much, much bigger role in our family than you think you do.
It hurts me to know that you're only going to be around for ten more years or so, unless they come up with some magical way for dogs to live forever. But, you're still young and so am I. We have a whole lot of fun ahead of us.
Lots of love,
Sofia (the one who sneaks you food all the time)
