A year ago today, as I was driving home from dropping my daughter off at school, I noticed a tiny little puffball weaving in and out of morning rush hour traffic on a busy road. I felt so bad for the little guy so as soon as he trotted off onto a side road I pulled in and thought to myself “I’m going to make someone’s day by rescuing this little sweetie and getting him back to his family! He’ll be home before lunchtime!” Little did I know I was scooping up the next member of our family. Throughout the next several weeks of posting signs, calling vets, posting on every animal-related Facebook page I could think of, placing an ad in the paper, and only one visit from a lady realizing that this wasn’t the dog that was stolen from her weeks before, we were falling in love with the 4 pound cotton ball. Without having to say a word, my husband finally agreed to what the kids’ and my eyes were begging for. “So what are you going to name him?” was all it took to bring tears to my eyes and grateful shrieks from the kids. Violet was working her way through a few different name options… “Sparkle Apple Rainbow!” “Elsa!” “Wait, I’ve got it. Elsa Dolphin!” When she said that I was picturing my husband introducing our male Pomeranian as Elsa Dolphin, and I couldn’t help but giggle. “What about a compromise, since you know, he’s a boy and all… how about instead of Dolphin, we call him “‘Finn?'” And with that, Finn was officially adopted as our third baby, who’ll never be too big for me to hold and snuggle (but barks at a pitch that shakes every window in the house). I got my husband a sweet chocolate lab puppy for his birthday when we were dating, and we had her for almost 10 years. She was our first kid (I would get so mad when people would tell me I’d love my kids more than her). She passed away the night after coming home from the hospital with Archer. We never felt ready again to get another dog after her, so it was a happy accident that he found us instead! It was surprisingly emotional to hear the pitter patter of paws in the house again. It felt good.
When I took him to check for a chip the day I found him, the vet guessed his age to be between 12 and 18 months, and the groomer assumed the same, so we’ve decided to celebrate his adoption day and his birthday today. So Happy Birthday Finn! You’re two(ish)!
When researching recipes for pup-friendly cupcakes to celebrate, I couldn’t find one that made less than 2 dozen cupcakes. I don’t need to serve them to several humans- I just needed one- so I developed this recipe to make just 3 cupcakes (since I hate trying to use “half of an egg” in a recipe). If you don’t need all 3 you can freeze the other two to get out as you need them. In my case, the kids demanded the remaining two, and with a drizzle of honey they were plenty sweet enough for them to gobble up for breakfast. They’re not soft and sweet and decadent like you’d want to serve at a human’s birthday party, but the ingredients are simple, safe, and dogs will love them!
Happy 1 year at home Finn! We love you! (But seriously, tone down the barking).
Click the link under the photos to view and print the recipe!