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After of few days of being under the weather (don't eat the onions when you are finishing up the leftovers) and being under the weather (the big cloudy kind) today was more of a fun-for-Finn kind of day. After a quick tour of the blue bird trail, dodging golf balls and grinning at surprised golfers who didn't know about my monitor status, I headed for the Mississippi River with my Person in tow.

I had a great time chasing a lab around and showed him that red dogs rule. I got in a big swim and a tromp through the woods and headed home for a much needed nap.

Then a problem arose. My Person spent most of yesterday installing a farm in MY backyard. She is all excited about the prospect of having fresh tomatoes in her salad but I don't care if I ever eat a salad. Back yards are for two things, neither of which is growing salad items: napping in and chasing squirrels around in. Suddenly my favorite sunny nap spot is a field of herbs!

The herb bed is nicely mulched with soft grass clippings and it IS a bed, so I settled in for a nap. Boy, did I get hollered at. So I moved over to where the little milkweed plants are just poking their tender leaves up and the nice soft native grass is planted. And I got hollered at again. So I decided to sit on her lap and she thought her boring old book should be on her lap instead of me.

This is what I call a conflict of interest. What I am interested in is in conflict with her dumb ideas. Finally I curled up in my not so favorite napping spot and gave my Person my most baleful look and my biggest sigh. I think my Person feels just a little bit guilty about being so selfish with my backyard so maybe she'll share her supper with me. As long as it isn't salad or onions, I will be a happy dog again.