[Tax-chick]

I can’t help it. Look what I’m going through over my poor wisteria.

Father’s dog is a Boston terrier of advanced years. Frank keeps getting confused as to whether it’s a dog or a cat. Dogs look like Ash, you see.

[NicknamedBob]

Wait until Frank sees a pug.

With them, it’s hard to tell if they’re coming, or going.

My foster brother described one as “a loaf of bread with four legs”.