Your face when you think the human about to eat the last bite of PB&J without sharing.
Franny and Piglet spooning
Henry washing Franny’s face
“Same crap, different day.”
If you lie on the human’s foot, then the human can’t move.
Also if you think I spent the whole weekend staring at the dog, you’d be correct.
I came home to this today. I’m pretty sure that bed rest does not include dumpster diving.
She’s supposed to be crated, and that would certainly give her the best recovery odds. She totally freaks out when crated alone, though. Screaming and thrashing around and basically acting hysterical. Definitely not what you want a dog with a spinal injury doing. So I’m doing my best to keep her quiet while I’m at work, but it isn’t a perfect situation, and today she was feeling chipper and bored enough to get into the trash.
So. On the one hand, I want to cry, because this dog is determined to break herself. On the other hand, I have to laugh, because of COURSE she got in the trash.
She takes her duty to judge us all very seriously.
Frances would like everyone to know that she is bored to tears and this bed rest crap is total BS.
On today’s episode of the It’s All About Frances Show, our intrepid heroine is lying like a sphinx. This is the first time I’ve seen her do that, since she injured her back. Until now, she’s only been comfortable lying on her side.
A tiny baby step, but a huge relief nonetheless.
Last night was rough, but Frances seemed to feel a bit better today. She was able to sleep comfortably. At one point, she and Polly were snoring in stereo.
We are well into “one day at a time” territory with Frances. She is still excited about food, and the Ear of Judgment is full of opinions, but everything else is grim.