I love Finn.
He looks like an airedale.
I was very confused at first how your son had scored an airedale. (Obviously by the transition strip between the den and kitchen your station in life is middle class.) The Aireheads, for example, would require a reducer strip. They deemed me unqualified to install their new floors choosing instead one of their northeast unionized loser flooring mechanics.
Their floors are meh now but I digress.
Anyway, I could get my own Finn, forge some documents, name him something aristocratic like Wilbur Zeppelin Cheese, and really piss Kathryn off that I scored an airedale!
Scootman had better lay low today.
Uncle Green Lettuce