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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.

So, one of Nick’s top teeth in the front is loose, as in really loose. He’s been playing with it more and more this past week but it’s still hanging in there. We even tried to tie some dental floss around it and have him pull it out. But a little bit of blood later, that sucker was still in there. It’s only a matter of days (or hours, or even minutes).

The same tooth on the same side but on the bottom has also been loose. It doesn’t get as much attention however because the top one has been loose longer. At the kid’s first dentist visit a couple of week ago, the dentist told Nick that there was no root under either of his loose teeth and that they both should be coming out any day now. But tonight, as Nick was was brushing his teeth and after he spit, he asked me, “What is that? Is that my tooth?”

He picked the little object up and held it so I could see. Pinched between his finger and thumb was his tiny little bottom tooth that none of us were really even paying attention to. It had come right out on its own while Nick was brushing. He was pretty proud about it and very excited. He was telling me he could put his name up in his class at school where they keep track of everyone that’s lost a tooth, and he also was excited to tell his dentist. We shall see what the Tooth Fairy brings him tonight!