Frances makes it difficult for me to leave for work in the morning, with all her cuteness.
Metal
Biteyface
Bosslady
As I was cleaning and sorting and getting rid of mountains of crap, I came across a box of photos I’d forgotten about. These are some of my favorites. Harriet was the original bosslady, and Elliott was her willing minion.
I have never been able to crate Frances, because she has confinement anxiety. I wasn’t even able to keep her confined behind baby gates when she had her knee surgery. She went right through the gate. Surprisingly, she will willingly use her crate, as long the door remains open.
This is her new travel crate. I needed something lightweight and portable to take with us to Minnesota, so Franny would have a safe spot to chill out when things get hectic. As you can see, she has moved in, unpacked, and declared it HOME.
It’s possible that Frances is the goofiest dog I’ve ever owned.
It started with this.
Franny had a few words to say about it.
And then someone suggested that Piglet shouldn’t be left out.
And then someone else suggested that the girls might want to participate, too.
red paper boat 