Category: Pets

Frances had her yearly exam today. Everything looks good. However, I walked in to the clinic with an adult dog and walked out with a senior dog. The last time she was in, for a torn meniscus, the orthopedic surgeon commented that her eyes seemed filmy. Like old(er) dog eyes. He was right, so I asked her regular vet for a second opinion. He agreed, and pushed back her birth date to 2007.

I’m not happy about that, but on the other hand, Frances doesn’t care. She’s still bouncing around and raising hell like a puppy. Bullydogs don’t believe in aging gracefully.

This dog. I just don’t even.

For humoring me and wearing her tiara for her official two year anniversary photo, Franny got a hamburger on a bed of peanut butter, with two matchstick carrots for “candles.” I can’t believe it’s been two years already, but at the same time, it seems like she’s always been with me.

It snowed. Then it snowed some more. Then I shoveled the patio. And then it rained. We do not like rain, so we spent our day looking out the patio window and sighing heavily.

Wherever the green beans are, there’s Franny, hoping one will jump into her mouth.

I can’t imagine how that could be comfortable.