Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Frank Joins the Circus!

OR: So Helpful Part #2

I recently ordered myself a new red "tissu" (otherwise know as aerial silk), which is actually not tissue or silk at all but rather a cheap stretchy poly blend used for doing aerial tricks a la Cirque du Soliel, though not nearly that entertaining or spectacle like when I do it. As I was working on the rigging of the end so as to allow it to hang from a ceiling somewhere, Frank decided that HE might like to take up the fine art of performance, with the help of his lovely assistant Bean:

Oh Frank. You do look very handsome against the red, but you are actually not helping me at all! (I have to repeatedly drag the fabric through a loopy thing...) Would you be so very kind as to move?

Frank? Hello?
Hmm. I will take that as a no.
Oh Frank. If only you could touch your tail to your head you would make such a dashing aerialist indeed!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

So Helpful!

Occasionally Frank is very helpful. For example, last night he decided to help his dad pack for an upcoming trip:

Oh Frank! I'm not at all sure that this bag will zip up for overhead storage with you inside!

Frank's dad was a wee bit displeased at the thought of taking a plethora of pug hair along with him, and so chased Frank out. However, a few minutes later as I was working at my desk, I heard some tell tale snores coming from just off to my right...

Oh Frank! No! You are not invited on this trip!
Perhaps this is his form of protest? Such a small and handsome conscientious objector!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A Sad, Sad Memory...

I was looking through some pictures today and found these photos of Frank as a puppy with his giant, giant hurting eyeball:

Oh Frank:(

But how gracefully and charmingly you did pull through! And look at how handsome you are now!

Monday, January 3, 2011

Poll #1

Why Frank, whatever could have you looking so very contemplative? Perhaps you are wondering what exactly it is about your head that makes people want to nuzzle up to it so? I have asked myself that question many a time, and so decided that it was high time to take a poll. The responses to what Frank's head smells of were as follows:

1) Calm and Euphoria (that was from me, and technically it is a feeling more than a smell but there just were no other adjectives that I could think of).

2) A Biscuit - this was from a dapper English friend, therefore I think it translates to cookie? I also think that he was trying to appease me rather than saying "dog" like most of the other men polled.

3) Dog - this was from a boy.

4) Wet Dog - this was from a bartender, who is a boy. To be fair it had been raining on the way to the bar, which delightfully welcomes friendly pups.

5) Corn Chips.

6) A Sock out of the Dryer.

7) Wet Concrete.

8) Dog - another boy.

9) Black Truffle - this was from a boy who I wouldn't feed until he chose something more descriptive than "dog".

10) A Salty Peanut

Oh Frank, what a wide range of tasty snack sniffs you do provide...

Saturday, January 1, 2011


Ok folks! Hold your horses! It seems I have some followers who are very eager to hear about Frank's Christmas. I do apologize for the lack of posts in December, it seems I felt it was a good idea to take on 2 jobs, both delightful and fun, but perhaps a bit too much as it did not leave any extra time to deliver news of the boys!
So, with my apologies, I now present a pictorial diary of Frank's Christmas!

We began the morning with Frank and been helping me to unload my stocking.

No Frank! That is neither edible nor delicious.

Here we see Frank and Bean investigating the stocking's contents with hope in their hearts that something may be for them.

No boys, there is nothing there for you! But fear not! You have your own stockings! (Of course.)

Here we see the rather scattered result of the pugs exploring their socks.

But Frank, what are you looking at? (Bean, as you can see, was enraptured with a bone from his delightful pug walker Sara!) What about all of the goodies that surround you? No? You say you caught a whiff of this giant Milkbone from Grandma Railey and can't possibly focus on anything else?

Well, it's mighty big, but it is Christmas after all...

Oh Frank! Delicious! With Christmas music in the background and everything!

We then took a break from presents and had a little eggs Benedict for breakfast. It seemed only fair to include the pugs, and so each got their own plate to lick PLUS the addition of a fine piece of ham.

Oh the snorting that did occur.

After breakfast it was present time. Now, it is not that I wished to neglect the pugs, but by the time I had wrapped the people presents, paper was running a wee bit low, and as it turned out the boys did not mind a paper bag at all as they could wade right in for their Christmas bounty!

Well, Frank waded right in. Bean had a little trouble figuring out the mechanics of a paper bag. Oh Bean. It's a good thing your cute.

Here, surrounding The Bean, we see the new friends spread about (along with Gentle Pig, who is celebrating his 5th Christmas with Frank!).

Let's see, we have Squeaky Monkey (16 squeakers!), Christmas Penguin, New Puppy (just behind the lid of the box), New Pony (who has already lost 3 of his 4 legs), Tiny Beaver (just off the edge of the carpet), and Pink Hippo (not pictured).

Ah! Here is Pink Hippo at the end of the afternoon. It seems a very exhausted Bean fell asleep whilst chewing on her ear...

Oh! It does make for a very merry Christmas indeed when there are such handsome pugs to warm the home!