A Very Big Life for a Very Small Dog

I asked the Facebook community: "If I started a blog, would you read it?"

  The unanimous answer was "YES* " 
* = Only if you're talking about Frank

I accepted the fact that a 15lb. dog that doesn't speak is more interesting than me, and started this blog today. I'll explain the name of the blog in another post, but I figured I should make it family-related in case we ever add numbers to our clan. (Don't get excited, I'm currently drinking a bottle of wine and a triple-venti Sbux espresso right now. NOT pregnant. I'm just a planner at heart) Also, so far I'm a sub-par blogger, so excuse the mish-mash of photos below. I'll get my act together at some point. Promise.

For those unfamiliar with the living legend that is Frank, here's his match.com bio:

Name: Francis Leimenstoll  
Born: 08/04/08 in outskirts of Charlotte
Purchased as a 3rd anniversary gift between A.J. & Megs. 
(You should see the 4th anniversary Frank portrait. Our love for him has made us stupid.)
Height: short (about 12 inches from the ground when standing)
Weight: 15lbs
Skills: 
- A very, very good barker. One of the best. (or the worst depending on who you ask. My father has not-so-fondly nicknamed him Bob Barker.)
-Break-dances when wet. 
Likes: 
Loves the car.  
Loves the park.
Loves to walk.  

Below are some pics from the past 2.5 years.

He joined the family at 6 weeks old - tipping the scales at 2.5 lbs.

Frank's best feature: the ultimate Grandpa eyebrows

Within one week of moving in with my parents in 2009, Frank scalped one of mom's dolls. I think he was sending a message.

I think he ate a pair of my shoes immediately after this Easter photoshoot. Payback's a b*tch.

Family shot w/ his cousin Boomer. Definitely Frank's awkward stage. One ear up, and some weird red-armpit problem.