This morning, as I was getting dressed pre-walk, I heard something akin to pug shrieking coming from the living room. Thinking that Frank was dying, I quickly ran in to discover this:
Look very closely at the tree (which is on the floor due to a snafu that our cleaning person had with the table...).
Occasionally, being an only child, Frank plays by himself by flinging Gentle Pig up into the air and then chasing him when he lands. I can only imagine that this is what happened here -
the small swatch of pink that can be seen in the tree would be Gentle Pig, to whom Frank could not get from either the ground or the couch.
Oh Frank. Quite the conundrum!