Frank Iero and the Million Puppies

   Frank Iero and the Million Puppies

There was a boy named Frank Iero, actually he wasn't a boy anymore, he was thirty-five years old now.

Young Frankie started loving dogs at the time he was about ten years old. That is when his obsession started, with his first dog, Buttercup. Buttercup was a brown dachshund, about the color of peanut butter. The name fit very well.

Buttercup was a very sweet dog and she loved Frankie so much, like a dog owner's dog should.

By the time young Frankie was 14 he convinced his parents he was responsible enough to have three more dogs. His parents told him he could have the three more dogs if he kept his room spotless for a week so he ran upstairs to start making his room as spotless as he could. He hurried to clean his room and finished in about an hour. All his clothes were in their drawers and all his leather combat boots were on their correct shelves and Buttercup was in her dog bed beside his. All his things on the table next to his bed were in order, his ipod, his charger for the ipod, his speakers for his ipod, and then a little glass for water in the middle of the night and his very small mini fridge was next to his table holding all his KitKats and peanut butter cups and some homemade chocolate chip cookies his mom made for him.

"Mom! Dad!" he called downstairs to them. "My room is clean!" he yelled. His parents came upstairs and looked in his room.

"Well what do you think Frank?" asked his mother, Linda, to his father.

"Well Linda." he started, "I think Frankie's room is very clean, his boots are in order, Buttercup is in her bed."

"All his clothes are in their drawers. . ."

"I took my dirty clothes to the laundry room."

"Very good."

"This room is spotless, keep it like this for about six more days and you get three more dogs" his dad said. Him and linda both walked out.

"Here that Buttercup?! You are gonna have three more buddies!!" He hopped on his bed and grabbed his ipod and texted his friend, Gerard.

GARARD

HEY

DUDE

HEY

ANSWER

AHHHHH WHAT FRANKIE WHATS WRONG?!

NOTHING I AM GETTING THREE MORE DOGS I AM SOOOO EXCITEEEEDDD 😂😂😂😂

DUDE

Yeeeeeessssss?!

YA ALREADY GOT BUTTERCUP

Yes and I love her, I want her to have buddies

Oh boi😰😱😱😱😱😱😱😱why?

I CAN'T LET HER BE LONELY I LOVE HER

OKAYYYY

Heheheh yeah

Why

I love dogs, gatta problem wit dat?!

No nevermind, have a good time with your dogs

Thanks bye

Okay bye

"Okay I just have to keep my room like this for a week and she gets buddies" he said to himself.

A week passed and his room was still in top shape. His parents came in his room on Friday.

"Well Linda, this is very clean" his dad said.

"Come on Frank, let's go"

"What, where?"

"To the pet store, where else?"

"Really?!" he asked.

"Yes, you've earned it"

"Yay!! Thank you!!" he bolted to the car and they all went to the pet store and found three dogs. One was a little black Beagle, another was a brown and white Collie, and finally he got a grayish black Boston Terrier.

He named the Beagle Max, the Collie was Bailey, and the Terrier was named Harley. All the dogs got along okay but it was just Buttercup and Harley that didn't get along the best. Every time they had a fight it was like the devil had taken control of their souls so Frankie put Buttercups bed on the opposite side of his bed and that solved all the fighting.

Now young Frankie was thirty five, and he had probably a million dogs, to be exact he had 25768 dogs. And he was happy, silly Gerard thinking he couldn't handle all of them, he did, and very well, but Gerard had to babysit or dogsit the dogs on the weekends, after they got out of their little dog school on Friday he had them until twelve on sunday. He wasn't very good at taking care of Frank's dogs. . . but Frankie still loved him and they were friends.