Three years ago we acquired this adorable little furball. He was in pretty bad shape. My parents found him weak and glassy eyed, abandoned in the woods of their property. We took him in to try to "find him a home". A few days and a few vet visits later it became quite obvious that he had found his home. While this day doesn't mark his actual birthday, it does mark the day that he became one of my kids.
This is Frankie Johnson Newport. Isn't he cute? We think he's close to full Blue Healer. He's crazy smart and ridiculously loyal. He's loud. He barks at
everything (which drives me bonkers). He thinks I'm his mother, which I find endearing. He has icy blue eyes like my Tula. But his right eye is half brown which makes him just look crazy. He spends all day herding the children around. We often find him sitting on top of our picnic table surveying the yard, making sure everyone is accounted for. I took him running once, and only once... he kept running behind me and nipping my heels to hurry me up. He has eyes like a hawk and ears that can hear a car door slam two blocks away. He doesn't however, seem to have any nose at all. If he can't
see it then it's just not there. He is wonderful with the kids, but really he's Tula's dog. He is her companion, her friend, and of course he's someone for her to boss around. Tula has even given him a middle name so that she can more effectively rant at him. They are pretty much inseparable, kindred spirits. When we got him the vet guessed that he was about 3 or 4 months old, which would put his actual birthday shortly after Tula's. No big surprise there.
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| Poor Frank, the things he has to put up with... |
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. ~Colette
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| Nap time in the fort |
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| Christmas morning |
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| Just one of the kids |
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| His favorite resting place? On the legs of someone kneeling. |
Happy Birthday Frankie!
Three years ago we acquired this adorable little furball. He was in pretty bad shape. My parents found him weak and glassy eyed, abandoned in the woods of their property. We took him in to try to "find him a home". A few days and a few vet visits later it became quite obvious that he had found his home. While this day doesn't mark his actual birthday, it does mark the day that he became one of my kids. 
This is Frankie Johnson Newport. Isn't he cute? We think he's close to full Blue Healer. He's crazy smart and ridiculously loyal. He's loud. He barks at everything (which drives me bonkers). He thinks I'm his mother, which I find endearing. He has icy blue eyes like my Tula. But his right eye is half brown which makes him just look crazy. He spends all day herding the children around. We often find him sitting on top of our picnic table surveying the yard, making sure everyone is accounted for. I took him running once, and only once... he kept running behind me and nipping my heels to hurry me up. He has eyes like a hawk and ears that can hear a car door slam two blocks away. He doesn't however, seem to have any nose at all. If he can't see it then it's just not there. He is wonderful with the kids, but really he's Tula's dog. He is her companion, her friend, and of course he's someone for her to boss around. Tula has even given him a middle name so that she can more effectively rant at him. They are pretty much inseparable, kindred spirits. When we got him the vet guessed that he was about 3 or 4 months old, which would put his actual birthday shortly after Tula's. No big surprise there. 
Did Tula come up with Johnson for a middle name all on her own? Very cool blog BTW!
ReplyDeleteYes, she did! It was in the middle of a rant at him because he had eaten her crackers. We thought it was hilarious so we kept it.
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