Tag: Frances
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Busy Bee
Frances is a busy bee. That’s what her temperament evaluation papers from the shelter say, and it’s the truth. But if you throw a ball for her until her tongue looks like it’s going to fall out, you will be rewarded with a dog who will happily spend the rest of the afternoon napping on the couch with her head on your lap. I tend to think that this is a pretty excellent trade-off.
(Photobomb by Henry, who may be made of evil, but who also loves her dog.)
Bad Frances
That’s oil paint. Blue oil paint. Blue oil paint that stains like you would not believe. Frances’ tennis ball got stuck in a corner where one of the canvases I’ve been working on was drying.
In digging out her ball, she made a giant mess.
And for the second time in less than a month, I have removed oil paint from my dining room carpet. Also the living room carpet, because she tracked it everydamnwhere.
End. Of. Discussion.
Best Dog EVAR
Shameless
I came home today to find the butter dish on the floor, minus the butter, of course. The ice cube trays were collateral damage.
Thankfully I’ve switched to buying half sticks of butter, and the stick in the dish was half gone, so she didn’t get as much as she could have. Also, I’m sure that Piglet assisted. He is a horrid, rotten, awful brat.
Om Nom Nom
When I got Frances, she would not eat fruits and veggies. Nothankyou, ma’am! I’ve kept offering them to her, over and over and over again, and she has finally decided that they are for eating. Garlic dill pickles, tomatoes, green beans, carrots, apples, and clementines. Today’s success was green peppers.











