Frank Has A Puppy…
He’s called Sam. He’s six weeks old and he wee’s all over the house, and sometimes even worse. But we’re in training and we hope that someday we’ll crack the house training bit and have a well-behaved dog. Who knows!
One of the “bribes” of getting Frank to like the idea of moving to Spain was the promise of a puppy. Frank has been in raptures over every small dog he’s ever seen. We knew that eventually we would have to give in. Well, now we finally have.
We have no idea what breed he might be, if any. He seems very healthy and bright. He chews things, bites fingers and yelps in excitement. He’s a pretty average puppy as far as we can tell.
Frank has taken on the thankless task of cleaning up after him. Right now that means that he has a bucket and mop in has hand pretty often. But Frank is determined to train him properly, and we’re sure he will too. I wonder how much vets charge in Spain…
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