Lately, I have been thinking about Frank and whether he is happy.Frank is my dog.I got him at a rescue shelter for pugs in 2014.They told me he had the eyes of a two-year-old, but the teeth of an eight-year-old: he was either just past the puppy-qualifying stage or on the verge of being a senior citizen.
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