Frank

Frank came to live with me about 9 years ago. He'll be 11 this year. Answers to Frank or Frankie Poo Poo. I drove an hour and a half to a no-kill shelter in the next state to get him. He doesn't look it now, but he was an absolute mess when I adopted him. He'd been found wandering outside in the middle of a very cold mid-western winter. All four paws were frost bit; his tail was broken; he had ear mites; sore on his neck from the flea collar being too tight; an infection in his eyes and needed significant work done to his teeth in the next couple of years. He was definitely in need of a good home.
Poor guy wouldn't look straight at me for about the first year, but he's changed so much since those early days of being afraid and unhealthy. He's a very chatty boy. Very playful. Loves kids and adults. Believes that laps were made just for him. He gets a mixture of Innova regular and diet and gets Greenies for treats. Likes human food though. Especially steamed asparagus and green beans.
I'm grateful for every additional year I get to spend with him and try to spoil him as much as possible. He's a big, cuddly love boy.