Franklin loves dogs. He has recently started asking for a puppy. If you know our living quarters, you know that Patrick and I laugh hysterically at the request.
We do not have room for another animal at our house.
Luckily, Franklin already has the best dog in the world.
Snoop Dogg has been a member of our family since 2004. We got him when we were living in Charlotte.
My friend Danielle and her daughter Hunter were visiting for Easter and we decided that a new dog would help with my home sickness. As soon as Snoop was released from his pen he climbed into Hunter’s lap to snuggle.
We knew we found our new dog.
When Vincent was born the 65-pound fawn Boxer showed no jealously or anger.
He was as protective and affectionate toward the baby as he was to Patrick and I.
Then came Franklin.
Poor dog didn’t know what was about to hit him.
Snoop has become Franklin’s dog...because Franklin says so. Snoop does not seem to mind. He follows Franklin everywhere he goes.
Snoop puts up with Frankie climbing on his back and riding him like a pony, wrapping a blanket around his neck so that he can be Super Dog, pulling him around by the collar, and occasionally grabbing his ears.
In return, Snoop gets lots of table scraps from Frankie, is talked to like a human, and is stroked on the chest...constantly. But most importantly, Snoopy gets to snuggle with Frankie on the bed. Sometimes Snoop is Frankie’s pillow. Sometimes they spoon.
They always keep each other warm.