I just watched this dog swallow a dead bird whole. SHE SWALLOWED THE WHOLE FUCKING THING WITHOUT CHEWING. The vet said she will probably digest it without much issue. When she gets her mouth around a toy or something, she clamps down and refuses to let go, and it’s almost impossible to get her to release her deathgrip on it. This is what happened with the bird. I was trying to pry her mouth open, and in order to keep her prize, she gulped it down. I’m in the process of getting her into a manners class, which hopefully will help me deal with a few of her issues (not dropping toys/dead animals, not coming when called, etc.) But my main concern is that I have done something so terrible in my life that this is my punishment - living with the spawn of Satan. 

And now, for your amusement, a complete list of things Frannie has eaten (that I know of):

- dead bird
- pink stuffed elephant
- one brand new sock
- part of an Iron Man action figure (she removed and ingested his head)
- half a tennis ball
- the head of a stuffed zebra
- all of the dog poop in the yard
- two plastic dog bowls
- a sponge
- an unknown amount of shrubbery and various organic materials

The most amazing part about all of this is that I almost always find these things in the yard a few days later, after they’ve passed through her system. She has a stomach of steel.

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

GPOY

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

Templeton Photography

Good news, everybody! I have a website for my photography business! If you live in Richmond, you should look at this thing that I have created and maybe also like the Facebook page?

Home sick with a sinus infection, so I’m watching Doctor Who and using the world’s smallest pit bull as a pillow. She’s kind of bony. 

It’s weird to think that I could have this little gremlin when I’m in my mid to late 30’s. If she lives a long, healthy life I could be pushing 40 and she’ll still be two steps behind me following me everywhere I go. As obnoxious and troublesome as she can be, that’s kind of a nice thought.

Blah, blah, this is my dog.

Accidentally taught Frankie how to swim today when I slipped off a rock at Belle Isle and fell into the river. He came paddling out after me. Once he actually got to me he tried to stand on me, because he’s still uncertain about the water, but it’s the thought that counts, right?