Category Archives: Frankie

Stinky Dog

The dog is trying to stink us out of the house. He managed to find a bag of delicious, delicious beef jerky, procured from Comic Hero University in Fullerton courtesy of OC Jerky, and eat it all.

Well, he didn’t just find it he had help: the cat.

Charlie, as he is want to do, wanted to know what was in the bag. He chewed a bunch of holes in it and then knocked the bag of jerky onto the floor. Then Frankie took over.

For a couple days it seemed fine, but now his colon has decided to reek (pun intended) its vengeance.

If you don’t hear from us Monday morning send someone to clean-up the bodies.

See you next time (hopefully)!

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Frankie Narrowly Avoid Danger 2

This is video two where Frankie the Wonderdog narrowly escapes danger!

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Denver, Belfast, & Why I Want You To Care About A Dead Dog

On July 11th a dog named Lennox was euthanized in Belfast, North Ireland. Why? Because he resembled a pit bull which violates the Dangerous Dog Act 1991 in the United Kingdom.

He wasn’t a pit bull, He RESEMBLED one.

He was seen by a dog warden when she was dropping off the registration papers and tags for all the dogs in the household and that dog warden decided that Lennox looked like a dog was was restricted by the Dangerous Dog Act 1991, a pit bull.

Lennox was forcefully taken away from his owners, imprisoned in inhumane conditions for two years, inspired a worldwide campaign to save him, but ultimately he was put down by the Belfast City Council the morning of Wednesday July 11th without letting the family say goodbye, returning his collar or returning his body.

For an owner of a loving and gentle pit bull, like we are, this is one of the scariest stories I’ve heard since I read about the way Denver and Miami-Dade handled their dog bans.

The links above will take you to the specific stories, there is far too much for me to try and re-type, but let me give you the over riding arc here: Breed specific Legislation means that people can and will come into your home and take your dog regardless of the pet’s actions. This is why the battle cry of anti-BSL groups is “Punish the deed, not the breed.”

I can’t even imagine what I would do if someone tried to take Frankie away from us. It is something that gets me enraged just thinking about it. And this weekend I watched as a co-worker was questioned by animal control to see if her two pound Yorkie was a threat. Animal control said that there doesn’t even need to be proof, once an accusation is made they need to investigate and if there is a second accusation they may euthanize the animal. This is horrifying.

There are a lot of things that are going on in the world right now. The middle-east is destabilized, fast food companies are the center of social protest and the U.S. election is being turned into a fundraising mockery. As our lives get more and more global, it becomes more important to make sure you are involved and educated on a local level. I can’t expect all of you who read this to understand or want to help, but this is me doing my part to raise the red flag – Breed Specific Legislation doesn’t work. Take a stand for good dogs.

Links to why BSL doesn’t work:

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Happy Fourth of July!

Here’s hoping you have a safe and wonderful celebration!

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Frankie is The Flash

Frankie loves getting his walks and loves playing with his toys.

Sometimes when he’s particularly hyper he does a little move that Rene and I have dubbed the “Turbo-Scoot” where his back legs tuck under his body and act like a spring for his body and his front paws only make contact with the ground long enough to help him steer a bit. It makes him move REALLY FAST!

It’s like Frankie is part kangaroo.

A really fast kangaroo.

Rene and I have been trying to capture this phenomenon on camera for years, but we have yet to manage it. Tonight I wish I had a camera just running all the time because I have never seen Frankie Turbo-Scoot so fast! The cat even seemed impressed with his speed.

Now he’s exhausted and passed out on his bed.

Maybe I should put a camera on a motion sensor…?

See you tomorrow.

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How Spock Says “Eff You.”

So Spock is a Vulcan and Vulcans are a civilization that have eliminated their emotions…

…but even an emotionless Vulcan needs to flip off the occasional Andorian and this is what it looks like:

Can you dig it?

I knew you could.

Here’s a series of pictures where I’m laying down on the dog.

Why am I showing you a bunch of pictures? Not sure but I’ve been wanting to talk about how Spock flips people off for, like, three days.

See you tomorrow!

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I Forgot to Show You This!

OMG! How could I not have posted this?!?!? Frankie discovered his love for fountains!

It’s been on my personal YouTube page (but don’t go there, I almost never post there so if you want to subscribe to something go to the WiggyWebs Channel) but I haven’t really shared it with people.

I’m happy to have this horrible oversight corrected now.

Frankie hasn’t retained his love for the fountain. He still enjoys sitting by it, but he’s never recaptured that I’m-going-to-bite-the-water-and-jump-in magic from this first day.

Go ahead, watch it again – HE’S SO CUTE!

See you tomorrow!

EDIT – OK, I was wrong.  I posted this video in the blog right HERE, but it was thrown in with all kinds of other stuff so I’m still going to post it here in its own blog just ‘cuz.

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Friday – My Dog is Pissed at Me

Frankie loves to walk.

LOVES it.

But he can’t handle the heat – not even a little.

His inability to handle heat will prevent us from ever moving to a state like Arizona and will make sure that we always have some kind of air conditioning no matter where we choose to live. It’s like he can’t regulate his internal temperature.

Well, he can, he is a mammal, but he over-heats easy.

So with this heatwave we have been making sure to take him out for walks in the morning before it gets too hot so that he doesn’t collapse miles away from home (he’s too heavy to carry) and this morning was no different…

…except I over slept.

I was up late last night, a little insomnia, and didn’t go to bed when I wanted to and next thing you know Rene is tapping on my shoulder and it is very clearly day time.

So the sun is out and baking the Earth in it’s powerful ultra-violet and visible rays and Frankie needs to drop a deuce.

Like a good doggy daddy I took him out, but, even with the wonderful breeze blowing, the sun was hitting hard and it was clear that this would not be the mile or two walk that he’s used to but more along the lines of a few blocks and then panting like a maniac back home.

This is where Frankie disconnects from reality. See, I can tell because I feel the heat on my skin that we are going to get hot pretty quickly. Frankie feels the same thing, but he’s also really stubborn and he’s convinced, as long at it isn’t already over 90, that he can walk three, four maybe even twenty miles before it’s time for a treat and a water bowl.

So we clear a few blocks and he’s already panting. I turn to make the trip back home and he freezes, holds down his head, gives me the “puppy dog eyes”, and holds his ground with his body turned in such a way as to indicate that he wants to go visit the park down the street to jump and play and frolic.

While panting.

I attempt to reason with him, since he understands English, but my reasons do not catch.

I give him the “disappointed dad” look and that softens him, but he still wants to go to the park – and continues to pant.

So I am forced to give a corrective tug on the leash. That does it.

He came in, laid down and he’s been pouting ever since.

He ate, he pouted.

He drank, he pouted.

He followed the cat outside, he pouted.

I know he’ll get over it and I know that I did the right thing, but it doesn’t make seeing him sad any easier.

Puppy parenting is hard.

See you tomorrow!    

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Fourth of July!

Sitting on the couch watching Rene sort papers, listening to Pop Culture Happy Hour, sitting next to a sleeping dog and a cat who is cleaning himself.  It’s a pretty mellow day – even if a good part of that day was spent doing maintenance for pet and home.

Rene and I are enjoying the day as a rest day.  We did the big “hang out & eat bar-b-que” yesterday and, with the exception of the occasional pops and whistles from illegal fireworks outside, today doesn’t really feel much like a holiday. It’s a welcome change.

I do have some work to do today – easy fun work, but work all the same – and a video to post on WiggyWebs.

To end today I’d like to feature a picture of Frankie with his America bandana:

See you tomorrow!

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Frankie the Wonder Dog in The Fists of Furry!

Rene bears the brunt of the abuse in the Andersen household through no fault of her own.  The abuse I speak of is from our darling dog child Frankie and this abuse happens in the night as we sleep. 

Frankie sleeps in the bed with us.  This is not creepy or bad dog parenting.  If you have a problem with it I don’t care.  Normally this is fine, he sleeps, we sleep and sleep is had by all, but there are times – lately more than normal – where he has a nightmare or stretches and his little paws go flying and they tend to fly right into Rene’s back or face.  There has even been a time or two when a paw will end up in her mouth – these times are particularly unpleasant.  Rene told me about her ordeal and politely asked to switch sides with me in bed to help her get some sleep.  I agreed, because I want to be a good husband.
 
That night Frankie jumped into bed with us and slept on the side I was on, just as Rene had hoped.  The first few hours must have gone fine, since I slept through them, but then Frankie had a nightmare and I awoke to the quick repetitive pounding of Frankie paws into my back as he “dream ran” chasing or running from whatever dogs dream about.  I was able to adjust so that Frankie was no longer doing his impression of Bruce Lee into my back and I fell back to sleep.

A few hours later I was shocked awake by another attack – this time to the face!  His front paws whapped into my head like it was a bongo drum in Matthew McConaughey‘s house.  In my horror I opened my mouth which was promptly filled with a Frankie paw.  I was forced to grab him and flip him over so that his paws would be facing the other way.  That got me through the night.

The next day I could sympathize more with Rene’s plight, and she appreciated that.  I agreed to bear the burden of the offending side of the bed where Frankie prefers to sleep…

…Unfortunately for Rene once he figured out that she was going to stay on the other side he decided that he likes sleeping by his mother more, so her torment has begun again.  Rene has started taking eight different kinds of kung-fu so that she can defend herself.  I’ll keep you updated with her progress.

See you tomorrow!

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