Finley is no fan of the car, so I can't imagine how much he hated the four-and-half hours from Chicago to Michigan. He was a good boy the entire trip up, though he didn't sleep a wink they way we hoped he would after taking him to the beach near our apartment first thing Friday morning.
















Once we arrived in Michigan and he was out of the car, I was afraid we'd never get him back in. He slept the entire trip home, then proceeded to barf on the living room floor.