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Frank was quite a character. Below is his obituary which tells a little more about him:

Frank asked me to post this on his behalf:
If you're reading this, I am dead. I always wanted to say that but honestly, I didn't want to actually die- but I digress.

I was born sometime around 2007 in the Pennsylvania countryside. I don't remember much about that time except despising cats, making getaways, and ending up in doggy prison. Yes, dear reader, I did a stint in the infamous "pound." I knew I had to get out, but security was tight.

One day, a lady came and walked me. I noticed that she smelled like 2 of my favorite things: the car and cookies. Not wanting to lose this opportunity I jumped into her lap and stared deeply into her eyes. I wanted to make sure that she knew that I had adopted her. Humans, as you may know, are not always that quick.

Thus began the rest of my life. I have traveled across country and for many years was in charge of backyard security. In my retirement I started blogs about "Counter surfing for the vertically challenged", "Trash can diving for dummies," and consulted on new grad course topics. It has been a happy and satisfying retirement. In between my interests, trips to the dog park, and long naps I have found that life with my mom is good. And really what more can any dog want?

I am tired now and mom is holding me as I take one final journey. Leaving mom is hard, but we will forever be in each others hearts.

Peace Out, Frank (2007-January 16, 2024)

—Linda Taylor

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Bruce was a rescue who was neglected. He doesn't know how to kiss, play with toys or wanted hugs. So it was our mission to give him all the love he missed out on when we got him. We had him for 8 years and no dog could have been loved more than Bruce. He has this eyebrows that makes him look perpetually mad or sad but he was neither. He would wag his tail so we knew he wasn't mad. The only person that would make him growl is his big brother coz they are always in competition but he also misses him when he's not around. When his big sister left for college, the first time she came back after a month, he totally pretended that he didn't see her and ignored her for a good half a day until he forgave her for leaving. He loved visiting grandma because she falls for his sad face and gives him too much treats and he only eats chicken and rice at her place. One time we left him at grandma for a week and came back to a very round Bruce.

—Pam Miller

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