“I didn’t choose the thug life. The thug life chose me.” That’s the name of my new memoir, due out later this spring. My name is Finnegan, and I grew up on the mean streets of Friday Harbor. More specifically, the parking lot behind The Village at the Harbor. I survived on mice and scraps from the dumpster for the first two years of my life until I met someone who noticed how skinny I was. She started bringing me food. Every day! I liked her, and we became friends. You’ll have to wait to read the rest of the story when my book comes out. Warning; if you are squeamish, don’t ready the chapter about the day I went to see the vet for “tutoring”. See you at the signing – or sooner if you’d like to be my forever person! I’m here at the animal shelter, hoping to meet you soon.
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