Frankie is part dog, part cat, all hair. He lays around like a cat, but requires the attention of a dog. And, just when you thought you could get away from him, up pops a tuft of hair from some impossible location.
Frankie runs the house when we're not around. He opens closet doors, sleeps in our clothes, and carries his food from his bowl into the living room, because it has a better view.
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