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“Come here, Frankie. Come here. Come on, Frankie!”
That was my neighbors a few weeks ago when they got their new puppy.
(And named him after me. Sorta…I’ve never met them.)
Six weeks later here’s what I hear:
ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!
I hear Frankie barking at 5:45am when I walk Snickers the Wonder Dog.
ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!
I hear Frankie barking when I grill on my back deck.
ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!
I hear Frankie barking when I watch Snickers sniff and swirl at 10pm before she goes to bed.
Seems like Frankie’s in the dog house.
I’m sure his owners are having an awful time.
And so is Frankie.
Because last night I heard this:
SHUT UP, FRANKIE!
Note to everyone: All puppies are cute. But realize that they grow up. They take work. And for the most part, you don’t really want to do it. Leave the puppy at the pet store.
And if you’re gonna shout, “SHUT UP, FRANKIE!” say it to my face.
