Who is Finn?

I should probably back up and tell you a bit about Finn, my dog who just turned 2. Got him at a shelter in New Rochelle, New York, with my soon-to-be ex-husband. There’s more to that story, but I’ll save that for later. Back to Finn.

The shelter found Finn tied to a dumpster. No one knows how long he was there or who left him there. But he was emaciated. When I brought him home, he was 25 pounds when he should’ve been double that for his size. (He’s now a healthy, but lean, 60 pounds).

But if I’m forced to answer, I’ll say he’s a boxer-pit mix, with a little hound thrown in. His eyes are pit-like, as are his shoulders. His body is pure boxer, but his nose is distinctly hound. (See pics below.)

When I first moved back to NYC, I met a woman in Central Park, while our dogs were playing. Out of ignorance, I asked what type of dog her dog was. She said brown.

I said I understand.

After having Finn for a year-and-a-half, I still often get asked what type of dog he is. Inside I want to scream because that woman from Central Park was right. Who cares what breed he is?

He’s Finn. And he’s brown and white.