Normally, when I start to gather the leash for our morning walk, Frank frolics about behind me eagerly.
Not so this morning:
It is my belief that Frank overheard a wee conversation that his dad and I were having about my upcoming trip to San Francisco; sadly a trip on which Frank will not be joining me. Though I tried to get my bag out on the sly, that one eye is actually quite quick, and now what we have is a very sulky pug.
Oh Frank! However could you have learned to be such a drama queen?