It’s possible that Frances is the goofiest dog I’ve ever owned.
Tag: Frances
Lapdog
Babushkas
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.
Will Franny Eat It?
On tonight’s episode of Will Franny Eat It?, we investigate the nomability of broccoli. Why? Because I was stir frying veggies and overfilled the pan, and when I bent down to pick up some broccoli pieces that had jumped out, I found NONE. What I found instead was a little black dog greedily smacking her lips. The same little black dog who, just over a year ago, refused to eat anything remotely veggie-like.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
I think it’s safe to say that they were both disgusted.
Joy
And a tiny baby red zinnia. Also joyful.
Ear. Of. Judgment.
The harder I laugh, the judgier she gets, too.
Tug
I sometimes get lectured about how I should never, ever, ever let Franny play tug, because she might suddenly think she’s the boss of me or something. She has a beautiful “drop it.” Just lovely. And she moderates herself so that I can sit on my lazy ass, holding a toy between my feet, while she pretends to tug on it. I really do not see a problem here.
In the Sun
Piglet and Franny
red paper boat 