Frances is a busy bee. That’s what her temperament evaluation papers from the shelter say, and it’s the truth. But if you throw a ball for her until her tongue looks like it’s going to fall out, you will be rewarded with a dog who will happily spend the rest of the afternoon napping on the couch with her head on your lap. I tend to think that this is a pretty excellent trade-off.
(Photobomb by Henry, who may be made of evil, but who also loves her dog.)
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