The Dachshund Who Wore Spectacles. Lora Thomas

      Frank, the Dachshund Who Wore Spectacles

      Frank was embarrassed again. He had done it a hundred times if he had done it once, barked at his own boy. Frank had hand selected Spencer when Spencer had come to visit him when he was just a puppy.

      Frank immediately knew this was the boy he would go home with. He decided to mark him with a small bite to the ear. That way I’ll remember him if he comes back, thought Frank.

      The boy did come back. Frank didn’t bark at him that time. He was too excited. “I have so much to do before I leave.” He ran to tell his brothers and sister goodbye. “I am going to my boy’s house to live. I intend on keeping watch over him and making sure he is raised correctly.”

      Frank piled into the car with Spencer and Spencer’s parents, Darryl and Lora. It was once in the car that Frank was embarrassed for the very first time, not for barking but for the smell that was emitting from him. Oh, did he stink. “Maybe I should not have rolled in that fragrant goo quite as much as I did,” Frank said as an afterthought.

      Upon arriving at Spencer’s house, Frank found himself immediately up to his ears in water. He had only stepped foot in the kitchen, and the next thing he knew he was being