Happy Got Day!

For humoring me and wearing her tiara for her official two year anniversary photo, Franny got a hamburger on a bed of peanut butter, with two matchstick carrots for "candles." I can't believe it's been two years already, but at the same time, it seems like she's always been with me.

It snowed. Then it snowed some more. Then I shoveled the patio. And then it rained. We do not like rain, so we spent our day looking out the patio window and sighing heavily.

Gimme!

Wherever the green beans are, there's Franny, hoping one will jump into her mouth.

Dear Frances: WTF?

I can't imagine how that could be comfortable.

Sweetness

Sometimes she's so sweet it just about kills me.

Want.

Franny and Polly

Bad Seed

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.

Spam

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.

Evil Pit Bull not eating cat for stealing her potato chip.

She didn't even eat him a little bit, though he deserved it. She got two potato chips for being such a good girl.

Bosslady Bossin' it Up

Home Again

I'm back from vacation. Franny and Piglet spent pretty much the entire day like this. I think they may have missed each other.

Preparations, Ahoy!

I am frantically trying to get my shit together, so I can leave for vacation. Part of that meant running errands to get stuff I needed for Franny, because I'm taking her with me. She also got a new collar, which she agreed to model for me. Very sporty. 

Franny

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

The Watcher

Home Is Where the Tennis Ball Is

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.

Nice Hat

It's possible that Frances is the goofiest dog I've ever owned.

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.