Tag: Frances

Maintenance cleaned the gutters on Friday. They tossed the fetid, decomposing leaves on the ground, and my darling, angelic little hobgoblin, who never rolls in anything but freshly cut grass, decided to go for a wallow. OH. MY. GAWD. The stench! It was unbelievable. She was punished with a bath and the wearing of the hippie collar.

The bath removed most of the smell, except on her face and ears, where I’d been reluctant to wash too thoroughly. Someone in my dog group suggested a mixture of 2 parts water and 1 part Listerine. I applied it with a paper towel, and yo! It is MAGIC! No more stinky dog.

My aunt and uncle got this for Frances. I *heart* it. (I’m from Austin, Minnesota, the home of Hormel and Spam, so it’s not as random as it might seem. I wanted to get Franny a Spam shirt when I was visiting last month, but the Spam museum was temporarily closed.)

I love the expression on Franny’s face. She looks like she hates it, doesn’t she? But she actually didn’t care one bit about getting dressed and wearing clothes. She was annoyed because I made her sit on the couch and pose, when she wanted to go play with her stuffy.

Frances makes it difficult for me to leave for work in the morning, with all her cuteness.

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.