Seriously. Wouldn't it be great to be Frank? He's 9 weeks old. He's a seal brindle French Bulldog. He's officially been 'mama's little doggie' and Norman's best buddy for about 10 days. That's what Penn calls him. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't in love. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a wee bit tired getting up every two hours to let him out to pee. BUT - this too shall pass. I know that. And for the record - it will probably pass too quickly and in a blink I will be pining for his soft puppy body to cuddle with. He's a charmer.
Normie LOVES him. Frank is settling in well, ALTHOUGH when he has had 'enough' of us he squeezes his body underneath the couch out of arms length. I don't blame him. It can get a little intense around here.
French Bulldog note: his ears will eventually stand up on their own. I'm DYING for them to do it because I love that look. He's a gem. I am officially smitten with this breed.
Did you see me featured on Brené Brown's blog yesterday??? HOW COOL IS THAT?
Today: I'm puttering and painting and watching the clock until it's time to GO GET ELISE from the airport. We are all pretty excited to have her here + the rest of the week will be laid back and rolling with the good-times. Watch for fun things. I will let Elise pick the winner of the SCRIPTED mini print set giveaway so make sure to leave your comments on yesterday's post if you want to win.
Good times ahead. GO!
