Occasionally, Finley will sit on my lap and let me love him and act like a sweet little boy.
But most of the time, he has too much to do. He doesn't have time to sit and be doted on by me. He has dog food to eat and electrical outlets to discover and knives to crawl with. And so he escapes. Often.
Also, I don't know why I am making weird faces in these pictures. Most of the time if I am making a weird face, it is intentional. This time, it is not. I guess my face is just weird.
(Vic and Al, the title is for you. Name that Homestar Runner video.)