Poor Frances. It’s been dark and drizzly all day, and it’s a well known fact that Pit Bulls melt in the rain. There has been much sighing and many disgusted looks, when it became clear that I wasn’t going to turn off the rain for her.
(Also YAY SCOTUS IN ALL CAPS!)
That bark at the beginning was in response to me asking her to “Say please.” The grapefruit was a big hit. I still need to try her on wasabi peas and lemon slices.
This dog. I just don’t even.
It’s about 900 damn degrees out there, but the little black dog thinks she needs to bake.
I can’t sit down for two minute without some variation on this theme playing out. I would never have deliberately chosen a fetching fiend, but she’s funny as hell and I adore her to bits. How could anyone look up to see that and not laugh?
Frances exercised some self-control and didn’t bark even once. She wanted to, oh yes, she did, but she refrained.
Franny Watching Ducks
Franny Mountain Goating
Railroad Ties
Boardwalk
Graffiti Wall
Franny Wading
Geese
red paper boat 