Frank was not our personal choice for a pet. Mr.'s now-19 yr. old son brought him with him when he moved in for about a month last summer. When he decided he would rather live back in his mother uber-expensive pad instead of our two bedroom bungalow, he left Frank behind. (At the time his name was Valentine. Really? What 18 yr. old boys name an alligator, or anything, Valentine?) And of course, Mr. being the ridiculously devoted father he is refused to get rid of Frank. So we kept him. And cleaned his tank. And fed him. Well, I did none of these things, Mister did. So, long story short-er, he finally tired of spending money on something Mini Mr. seemed to have no interest in. And the vet jumped at the chance to take him.
So now we have a 70 lb. pit instead. He is the sweetest thing in the whole world. We tried to let him sleep in bed with us and Gidge, but he wanted to be a squirmy and licky right in between us. So not happening. But he was a good boy and slept in the doggy bed on the floor. So, we will see how he did on his first day home alone in his new house. (Don't worry, we separated them.)
