I don't think I've shared a picture of my son's dog, Franklin.
Isn't he cute? Kind of big (like 70 pounds), but cute.
I have to say that I've never considered myself a 'dog person', no offense to those of you who are. Now, this guy has changed my mind.
A couple of weekends ago he accompanied me on my errands. He sat in the backseat most of the time. And was pretty good. No barking or jumping around. I could hear that he had something and was chewing on it. I found out that he had figured out how to undo the velcro that holds my umbrella closed and was licking the umbrella. I stopped the car, folded the umbrella back up, and stuck it in the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. A few minutes later, I hear the same thing. He had worked the umbrella out of the pocket and was doing the same thing. I took it away again and this time stuck it under the seat. He didn't go after it again.
We finished our errands and went for a walk near the river and canal. A treat for both of us. And one of my first solo outings with him. He was a good boy and listened well.
A while later, I decided that I should go out and get some dinner. I took him with me. And left him in the car. He's a good boy!
On the way home, I could hear him chewing, again. This time he had gotten the snow scraper out of the pocket on the back of the seat and was chewing on it. Silly dog!
By the time we got home and he had his dinner he was ready lay around for the evening. Thank goodness. I was a bit worn out myself.
Keep on Stitching!