08/28/2026
❤️🐾 — MEET FINN. 🐾❤️
Okay, if you’re new here, let me catch you up. This is Finn.
Finn came to us a couple of days ago, and Finn has some imperfections—which make him perfectly imperfect. He’s about 18 months old, fully vetted, male, and around 80 pounds. He could probably stand to gain a few pounds, but we don’t want him carrying a bunch of extra weight because Finn’s suspension system is already… custom. 😂
Finn has an old injury. His back end has a limp, and one of his front ankles sometimes rolls under. Basically, Finn’s legs occasionally appear to be four independent contractors given the same job with absolutely no instructions on how to work together. 😂
And then Finn runs. Y’all. I don’t even know what to call it. It’s a run, shuffle, hop, sideways scoot, and there may be a skip involved. Sometimes the front of Finn and the back of Finn appear to have chosen two completely different routes to the same destination. BUT HE GETS THERE. 😂 And he gets there HAPPY.
We’ve talked to veterinarians, gotten opinions, done our research, and looked at the whole Finn—not just one leg, one hip, or the way he moves. The consensus: Leave Finn alone. Let Finn live. Let Finn be a dog.
So that’s exactly what we’re doing.
I’ve been doing rescue for 20 years, and I feel pretty comfortable saying Finn may be the happiest dog I have ever had in rescue. He eats, drinks, plays, loves people, and runs around the yard with ZERO concern about whether the rest of us think he’s doing it correctly.
Finn doesn’t know his gait is weird. Finn doesn’t care. Finn isn’t sitting around Googling orthopedic surgeons. FINN HAS S**T TO DO. 😂 There are toys to play with, people to follow, food to eat, water to sling across the floor, rugs to drool on, naps to take, and yards to shuffle-run through. Finn is BUSY. 😂
And here is the most important part: FINN IS NOT IN PAIN. Finn can live a happy, normal life.
Am I adopting Finn to somebody looking for a marathon-running partner? Absolutely not. Finn ain’t training for a 10K. The Boston Marathon is out. The Olympics have stopped calling. 😂 But Finn can run around your backyard. He can play. He can make you laugh every single day. He can follow you through the house, sleep at your feet or beside you in bed, and be your best friend.
Finn can be a DOG.
And now I’m going to say something I mean with everything in me:
STOP ONLY RESCUING THE PERFECT ONES. RESCUE AN IMPERFECT ONE.
Listen, I know it’s hard. I rescue. I KNOW. The imperfect ones are harder to place. They’re harder to get tagged. They’re harder to get a rescue to take a chance on. They’re harder to get an adopter to stop scrolling long enough to actually SEE them.
Somewhere along the way, we started looking for the dog with the perfect picture, perfect body, perfect walk, perfect everything.
But there is somebody out there who doesn’t give a damn if Finn runs right. I KNOW there is.
There is somebody who doesn’t care that his ankle rolls or his back end has a hitch in its giddy-up. Somebody who isn’t looking for four perfectly functioning legs.
They’re just looking for a really good dog. And THAT is what Finn is. A really, really, really good dog.
Whatever happened to Finn happened a long time ago. His body healed the way it healed. And Finn moved on. Maybe the rest of us should, too.
Finn doesn’t wake up every morning thinking he’s disabled. He wakes up thinking, HOLY S**T. ANOTHER DAY TO BE FINN. 😂❤️
Honestly, I think those little imperfections gave this dog more character and personality than one animal should legally be allowed to possess.
So you’re going to see Finn. Then you’re going to see Finn again. And probably again. I will post this goofy-ass dog every damn day if that’s what it takes, because I am dead serious about one thing:
FINN DESERVES A PLACE TO CALL HIS OWN.
A family. A rescue. Somebody who looks at him and doesn’t see what’s “wrong” with him. Somebody who just sees Finn.
There is somebody out there for this dog. Help me find them. Share him. Tag a rescue. Tag the person who loves the weird ones. Tag the person who has never needed perfect.
Stop only rescuing the perfect ones. Sometimes the imperfect one turns out to be the most perfect dog you could have picked.
❤️🐾 — Let him be goofy. Let him be awkward. Let him be happy. Let him be loved. LET FINN BE FINN.