Today I'll tell you a little about our dog, Frank.
Frank came to us by accident. We weren't looking for a dog, nor did we need another one. Every month our friends get together and have a "game night" where we play board games and it's usually at our one frieinds house. This fateful month however, it was moved to someone else's house who I had only met once. When we arrived at the house, the first thing that caught my eye was Frank. He looked so much like my Mandi/older puppies it was uncanny. He had the sweetest face :) Frank was outside so I only saw him through the sliding glass door and started to inquire about him. They said that he was a Goldendoodle and then let him inside, but straight to his cage. For the first part, I thought his name was cantaloupe (yes, it's a weird name, but I've met some with stranger ones) Turns out they kept telling him to "kennel up" and his name was actually Frank. Confused at why they couldn't leave him out I asked and this was pretty much their response "he stays outside (mind you this was in July), and when he comes in he pretty much stays in the cage because he's too hyper". Well of course he was hyper, they don't stimulate his mind! The poor dog had no toys and no buddy to play with. Talking to them a little longer they revealed to me that they are actually looking for a new home for him cause they don't like him. People like them just make me so furious. Well we went home that night talking about Frank and how sad it was he had to live like that. The next day I was talking to my friend about it and she mentioned again that her friend would love to get rid of him. That's when the idea hit that Roswell could use a buddy! Roswell lives with some friends of ours and other than two little dogs he doesn't have a dog to romp around with. Two days later, I picked Frank up and later that day our friends came and got him. However, Roswell and Frank did not mesh well together as Roswell thought Frank was a female (since he's fixed) and constantly was trying to hump him! Frank wanted nothing to do with that and it became clear that Frank wasn't going to live there. So back to our house he came. Poor dog couldn't catch a break..originally Frank came from a puppy mill who sold him to a pet shop. Then the inlaws of these friend of friends bought him and another one just like him (not sure if they were brothers or not) Turned out they liked the other one and not Frank so he was set to be dropped off at the pound since "it just wasn't working" (that makes me even more furious!) The friend of a friend didn't think he should go to the pound so she kept him at her house ( I commend her for that, but not the way she treated him afterwards). I did not want to rehome him again, so I hoped he would get along with our dogs. Everyone was ok with him for the most part, but Sophie did not like him at all (she's our alpha dog). Hoping it would pass, as it often does, we waited it out a few days. In the mean time, my dad took Frank to the lake. My dad had always wanted "a dog of his own" that he could take fishing and for rides, and that lake trip sealed the deal. He was ours to stay :) Frank will turn two this year on April 16th and while yes, he has A LOT of energy (which is part of being a puppy), we love him and would never trade him in or give him up. Here are a few pictures of Frank. Yes, we have a dog chair. We also have a dog couch that we don't sit on just the dogs :)
Who could not love that face? :)
This is Frank with his favorite toy in the whole world: a fire hose that has squeakies in it.
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