Frankie was found in a wet cardboard box on someone’s porch. He decided that his foster home was his forever home and won us over with his funny antics, cute talking, and loving disposition.
I knew from the first night I was in trouble. He was such a love and so darn cute. He cracks us up with how he is plays with his toys, hangs upside down and chatters, and sings to himself. He became a failed foster and we adopted him pretty quickly. He is my buddy and I could not imagine my life without him.