Frank

Hard to believe he’s 10. He, like me, is sprouting more gray and slowing down some. But he’s my sweet boy. Funny story how he came to live with us. Hubs was “animal control” in the county (which was wonderful bc he’s such a big softy :—) I had just started to work at the school and he called one day. “ Ann! They’ve called me to destroy a mama dog and 5-6 pups and I can’t do it! Two of them are blue eyed! I’m taking them all and a sack of feed to the vet. See if you can give them away!”
I spread the word then took off to the clinic ( no shelter at that time) and snagged FRANK! He was a little puff ball! I called Hubs and told him one was given away! They all went like popcorn, even mama dog! When he got home, Frank was in his chair. He has been a blessing to us!
Be blessed!