About 5 years and 4 months ago, this little guy wormed his way into my life. I took him home, 8 months old and completely untrained, and he stamped his pain-in-the-ass little self all over my heart.
Today, Frankie turns six (and is sometimes still untrained). But if this post is any indication, his spot in my heart is sound and secure.
So happy birthday, my bug. Get ready for an apple slice (or two) tonight :)