By popular demand, I’m finally getting to the story of Frankie. Some of you may remember Stella from last fall. Well, it turned out that she got too big for us. A lot larger than what the pound told us she would get. She was especially too big for Ashlee. So after a few months, we adopted her out to another family. As Michigan’s cold winter months set in, Becky was once again getting the “got to have a puppy” urge. Determined to get the perfect size pup with the perfect temperament for our family (not too docile, not too hyper, and small), Becky spent the winter months researching her perfect puppy.
Having ultimately decided on getting a mini-dachshund, when spring rolled around, Becky spent time on the phone and on the road tracking down our new family pet. So meet Frankie:
He was only 7 weeks old when he came to live with us and he was tiny. Tiny as in he makes Tazzie look like a large cat (Tazzie is very much on the smaller side of average for a 12 year old kitty). And he only took about a week before he stopped crying through the night (note to self, good set of ear plugs). He won’t get much bigger than about 8 pounds. He’s quite a hit with the general public too, as everywhere we take him, everyone wants to pick him up. It’s so bad that we have leave him home sometimes. And he’s the perfect size for Ashlee to play with (although she’s doing her best to undo all the training we’re trying to give him) and small enough that Nick is actually interested in him.
More pictures can be seen at The Frankinator’s first web album. So there you have it. The brief story of Frankie. Enjoy.