All the world's a stage

The trees continue their costume change for autumn, and the leaves are dropping to the ground. It is almost that time of year when my Person can play Where's Finnegan when she walks with me. It is a sable world for this sable dog.

You could have played Where's Finnegan the last few days and you wouldn't have found me because I wasn't home. I was working! I am officially a working stiff of a little red dog - a professional actor.

I did a screen test and then I acted for a commercial. I had to walk, sit and look, all things I excel at. And then I had to do the thing I am very best at. I had to eat dog food! From a turquoise-colored bowl that was almost as big as me. I got paid to do this!! And of course I did very well.

In fact, my Person says I am exceeding expectations in general, from throw-away dog to star in just a couple of years. Talk about your turnaround stories!

It is great to be a working dog. And now I have a better reason to bark at the mailman. I think my check is in the mail!