Fridays are now “Bring your Frank to work day” since I’m the only one in this creepy old building.

Testing my camera remote. My lawn needs mowing. 

I love this dog even when he’s being a Class A bastard and being a grump to the foster puppy. He’s always been a bit of an asshole.

Also, bangs.

Let’s play “How many Pit Bulls can Alex fit on her Couch?”

This hair was brought to you by an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins. 

GPOY

Tried to take a nice picture with Frannie. She pulled out her murderface. She ain’t havin’ none of your shit.

Nothing like cleaning your bathroom while talking to someone and then realizing you’re having a conversation with your dog. 

You know who always knows when I’m in a bad mood? Frankie. You know what he does when I’m in a bad mood? This.

I love his squishy dog face.