Frances T. epitomized all the good things and all the bittersweet things that characterize the Thulani Program.  Frances came into the program following mammary surgery, although the cancer had already spread.  She came in determined to make the most of the extra time Thulani was giving her.  She came in with energy, attitude, and ready to live life on her terms.  Her personality was a beautiful match for her foster mom, Kathleen.  This dynamic duo made history all over San Francisco.

Inevitably, Frances T. lost her fight with mammary cancer this week.  But she took advantage of every minute of quality life Kathleen offered her.  This is what the Thulani Program exists for.

Please read below about some of the adventures of Kathleen and Frances T. (Doggie Dawg).



OK, let's go!

OK, let’s go!

Doggie Dawg, AKA Frances T., agenda was  “Let’s go.” The consummate escape artist, she never would leave my side except for sighting  of  CAT. She knew how to open doors, drive cars, fly planes, take buses to find CAT.

The first time I left Frances T (Doggie Dawg) loose home alone — minutes after I left the house, The neighbors calledScared.
 “A big German shepherd hanging half out your window barking non stop,” was the report.
“we are afraid she might jump out the window and attack us”.
She was asking everyone who walked by for directions on how to get me back.
“Where is that lady with the kibble, she drove my mobile den away!” over and over again in a determined staccato mezzo bark.
It worked. I came right back. 


Smart dog.  She did look super cute when I pulled up– Her front paws on the bay window with the now busted wooden blinds behind her a backdrop .  The jagged edges added  soupcon of dangerous excitement  to the scene.  Clearly not her first time at the Rodeo. 

 And I did not have to lock the front door of my home any longer. Mission accomplished.  Good dog!
dog and tree_cropWe spent our mornings smelling trees on Strawberry Hill , at Stowe Lake. There we met a nice German woman told us after the Berlin wall went up most GSD’s in East Germany looked very much like Doggie Dawg.
The consummate escape artist, she wiggled her ways out of locked crates. SUVS, locked dog kennels with roofs,  my tiny car and several houses.
 She may have been a wheel man before she got me. Where she hid those tiny keys I’ll never know.

Frances-wondering_cropAn all too brief affair with a sneaky stealthy snoopy dog who hijacked my heart.

What a whirlwind.  Must get more gorilla glue.