THANKS FRANK

 

Big fat thanks to anyone who sent bacony thoughts my way. If it wasn't for Frank, bacony thinking totally might have worked. 

Instead, our "special adventure" went like this:

FRANK MUST HAVE BEEN CHEATING.

We went to the park near my house and played a game of Bite the Backfat. Even though it totally looks like I'm losing in that picture, it was a tie.

When backfat got boring, we played a super intense game of Mexican Standoff. I have no idea what staring at Frank has to do with Mexicans, but that's what my human calls it. Whatever you want to call it, Frank sucks at it. I won every time.

GO AHEAD. BLINK.

After the Standoff we walked to the top of the park. Frank will tell you we climbed Mt Everest but we didn't. It wasn't even a hike. My human was wearing flip flops and it took like 3 minutes.

SO NOT EVEREST.

On the way down from Mt Everest, our "special adventure" came to an end. I'm not exactly sure what happened to Frank, but he totally broke. Right there in the middle of the trail. Yeah. That's when my human said the adventure would have to wait (!!) until Frank wasn't so broken. Maybe sometime next week.

SO BROKEN.

Next week? Seriously?? Miss Gimpy Brain can't remember things five minutes from now, no way she'll remember something next freaking week. I told Frank not to look so broken, but he didn't listen. I tried to convince my human that Frank wasn't really all that broken but she didn't listen either.

SO NOT SPECIAL.

So... Frank went home and we went to the UPS place. Not exactly my idea of a "special" adventure but my human promises there will be one next week. Hopefully it will be on a drive-Mazda day. Hopefully it will involve bacon. Hopefully Frank will stay home (sorry dude).