Francis The Dog
People call me Frank, Frankie, Francis, St. Frank, Francois, Little Puppy and Puppy Luppy Duppy Wuppie, among other things. I am a good boy.
I almost didn’t get chosen…
Can you even believe that? Levi chose my sister first because she was “chill.” Yeah, if by chill you mean asleep all the time. 🙄
I chose him, though, the idiot.
As soon as he set my sister down to sleep, I ran over and started playing with him until he couldn’t resist anymore.
Here’s a picture of us on that day when I rescued his life.
”Kidnap me!” I said. “Don’t be an idiot!” I said.
St. Francis The Labradoodle
“I am a magical creature. I sometimes use my nose to nudge Levi’s phone out of his hand and make him do stupid things to remind him that Life doesn’t has to be so damn serious all of the time. I don’t have nearly as hard a time being a dog as Levi has being a human, but I love him anyway.”
So anyway, here are the facts:
They tried to crate-train me but look at me — I’m a bed-sleeper.
My favorite thing is to un-stuff stuffed animals.
I bark way too loud when other dogs walk by because I love them.
Cats kind of freak me out because my brother Gilbert was an asshole and hit me in the face a bunch. I mean I get along with them but will always need someone to stand between us so that I can feel safe enough to walk past them if they’re blocking a doorway or something.
Levi talks to way more ladies because of me. I’m a connector.
Even dog-haters love me. Everyone’s always like, “Oh I don’t even like dogs but — honey? — honey, look, if we could get a dog exactly like Francis, then I’d let you get a dog.”
When Levi cries, I sit on his lap and stare at him because I love him.
I know how to shake, sit down, lay down, and jump through hoola-hoops.
I can run a half-marathon.
I don’t really like In-N-Out French fries.
Once I got lost at Matt’s house and almost gave him a heart attack.
I tour everywhere with Levi and hang out with whoever’s around.
People love me.
I am a dog.
