My Humane Society Adoption Story - Frank Dog!

I adopted Frankie a little over a year ago from the Brown County Humane Society in Indiana. After we bought our house a little over two years ago we knew we wanted to add another four legged friend to our menagrie of beasts. Annabelle and Jack, our two kitties, had been with us for over two years at that time. My fiancee, Travis, wanted to buy a dog. I vehemently disagreed. There are so many animals out there that need a good home, and they are a heck of a lot cheaper.

 After visiting the Humane Society in our county, and not having much luck I was begining to consider the whole purchasing a dog scenario. We had specific requirements for our new family addition. We wanted a small dog, child friendly, and kitty friendly. We didn't want a puppy but we didn't want an older dog either. He also, most definitely, had to be potty trained.

 One day while at work a friend of mine mentioned the Brown County Humane Society. She directed me to their web site and there I found a little daschund mix. Her name was Lulu and she looked perfect.

 I filled out the adoption form and waited. A few days later they called me back and said little Lulu was already adopted out, however they did have another little dog similar to Lulu and his name was Bob. Bob, who names a dog Bob?

Well we made a date to go check out Bob and then fate struck. I had a flat tire and try as we might we couldn't get the lug nuts off. Then the very same day Travis's car breaks a tie rod. Neither of us have a car. I call the office in Brown County office and reschedule and then get to work on getting us back on the road.

The next Saturday we are driving again and we make it to see Bob. Ofcourse he is adorable, and a little shy of men. I think he was abused by a man before he came to the Humane Society. At first Travis is reluctant and wants to keep looking. I try to be supportive of his opinon but I feel it is a bad mistake. So we tell the lady we want to think about it. Then as we are going outside and I'm trying to convice Travis otherwise we look out at the fenced in area in the backyard and there is poor Bob all huddled up on the porch steps shivering in fear from the bigger dogs in the area around him. That is when Travis looked at me and said "Okay lets get him."

 So after a small fee of $75 dollars which covered his care, shots, and neutering surgery - already done before we got him - we took Bob home. The problem was none of us liked the name the foster family he had stayed with gave him. We threw a few ideas back and forth and then my little baby, Ethan, pipes up in the back and says "What about Frankie?" I don't know where he got it but it has stuck. Sometimes we call him Frank Dog!

 Please take a look and meet our amazing adopted dog, Frankie!