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.
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.
Self-portrait with Frank.
