Frankie

My bulldog is getting heavy. Wow, what a freakin lot of work he is.

My daughter came in to a large chunk of change when she was involved in a car accident and cracked a vertebrae. She decided that this family needed an English Bulldog. When I agreed to this venture, little did I know that having an English Bulldog is VERY similar to having a little baby. Except that babies poop in their diapers...

Frankie (whose actual name is Sinatra) has one blue eye - I am guessing you will get the reason for the name. Anyway, Frankie is probably in the terrible twos right now. I am thankful that he is out of the teeny weeny baby stage where I didn't get any sleep at all. Now, he sleeps with me all night, and actually holds his pee and poop until 7am. WOW!

Frankie rips up papers and scatters them across the floor. He chews on everything! My shoes, metal door hinges, wooden frames; pretty much anything that he can get to. He is constantly rooting around, making little piggy noises looking for food. He is obsessed with food. If we fed him all day long - he would eat all day long. He would literally eat until he exploded.

On the other hand, he is the sweetest, kindest, funniest, most adorable puppy I have ever owned. He is honest, and clumsy, and just a big clown.

I wouldnt trade him for anything.