Ode to Frank
From the moment we saw you, we knew you were the one.
Right past us, into the kitchen did you run.
As we left with you, panic set in.
New parents we were, with nothing prepared, not even a pen.
Knowing the decision we made could be nothing but right,
This included keeping you out of our landlordís sight.
He will sleep in his kennel, is what mom and dad said.
Even though just a few months later you were snoring in our bed.
To the millions of pictures we post of you and take,
All that is no comparison to the many different sounds you make.
Not enough letters in your name to describe you and all the adventures we done.
Know one thing though, Frank the Tank, you will always be our son.