A little to the left, Piglet. NO, LEFT!
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Frances Has a List of Complaints
Will Franny Eat It?
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.
Musical Interlude
Sleeping At Last, Pacific Blues
God knows that i know we’re little boats in the great big sea.
setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.
That bit gets into my head, and it stays there for days.
La colère petite
I love how he throws himself into the flop position when he realizes I won’t let him explore under the fir tree. Other than that, he quite enjoyed his snow adventure. He only decided he wanted to go back inside when the neighbor’s Weimaraner came flying out their patio door.
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.
Will Franny Eat It?
Will Frances eat a garlic dill pickle? Oh yes, she will!
Franny vs. the Butterfly Bush
Frances loves sticks. I don’t normally want her to play with sticks, onna counta YOU’LL PUT YOUR EYE OUT. Also she is missing a couple of teeth, and I don’t want her damaging the ones she has left or worse, swallowing a piece of stick and poking a hole in her GI tract. So many worries! Franny does not care, though, about any of that. She just wants to play with sticks. Imagine the expression on her face when she realized that there was a stick bush in her yard. It was epic, yo. And then she promptly commenced to destroying it. Like ya’ do.
The butterfly bush was in desperate need of pruning, so all’s well that ends well.
Happy Got Day, Miss Franny McGee!
We celebrated with many hats and also a breakfast of poached egg on toast. Piglet had to get in on the act, too, which Franny was fine with. She’s an awfully good girl. It’s hard to believe I’ve had her for a year.
red paper boat 