I’m Frost — 10 weeks old, American Bulldog x Staffy, and objectively the most important weather event you’ll encounter this year.
I’ve been described as sweet, loving and curious.
I’m also incredibly loving. Once I’ve finished judging your life choices, I’ll happily snuggle into you like a tiny, warm loaf of affection.
And yes, I will look innocent after causing chaos.
Because while you may have opposable thumbs, I have plausible deniability.
TODAY’S FORECAST:
100% chance of Frost
Scattered household destruction
Sudden zoomie activity
Light drool with periods of heavy slobber
Brief sunshine intervals while I’m asleep
Severe and prolonged cuddling
I’m currently accepting applications for my forever family.
You must provide cuddles.
You must admire me constantly.
You must understand that “personal space” is something humans invented because they lack imagination.
And most importantly, you must be prepared to spend the next decade pretending you’re in charge.
I’ll let you have that fantasy.
Frost out.
10 weeks old. Four legs. One brain cell. Absolutely no humility.*
Your forecast: Frost with a 100% chance of you becoming completely obsessed with him.
Help us take care of Frost
