Description: “Don’t say that!” John said, covering Francis’ floppy ears. Oliver sighed, scrubbing his face with his hands “we may never have kids Ollie, Francis is our baby.” Oliver scoffed again, groaning at how stupid this whole dog business was. They didn’t have the money to feed the two of them, let alone the greedy tyke. He didn’t know the half of it, because even though John had bought the dog a big fancy bed to sleep in, Francis had proven to not only be fatheaded and disobedient, but also clingy as all get out. READ MORE