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I know...it's been horribly depressing for you out there who faithfully log in to read my saga of ongoing canine catastrophes and triumphs. I've been slacking...but I think that I can live with it...which means that you shall have too to.

So, since the big "O", I've been...WAIT...you humans and canines alike are dirty. I mean, I know that I can be a dirty dog but not THAT kind of dirty dog. The big "O" to which I am referring is my OPERATION...so get your mind out of the gutters this instant!!! This is a family-rated blog..not one for perverse minds to read subliminal messages in between the lines of prose that I so delicately type...oh, ok...well, maybe there is alot of subliminal stuff going on...but I'm not allowed to admit to it!

For safety's sake I guess I'll have to drop the reference to the big "O"...just so none of you don't get too excited. You know? I was just contemplating the mind in the gutter thing...and dogs...specially us shorter guys...really are the closest ones to being in the gutter. Now, mind you, I wouldn't want to actually stick my head down into one of those things because I have heard what swims around down there...rats and ducks and mongoose...and in Baltimore...I would be willing to bet that there are some Republicans and blue crabs down swimming in that nasty swill as well!

Whoops! This is becoming quite the controversial blog entry...and I didn't start it out with that intention...I was going to say how Smelly and the lizards sent me the most wonderful, heaven-scented treats...but instead look at where I am. Sex, politics, throw in some rock n'roll and I am practically my own drama on Lifetime.

Oh, but the rock n' roll bit...I was experimenting with that yesterday...I had the pleasure of spending my working day at Smelly's house...in her lovely expanse of a kitchen. Can I tell you that she has the most wonderous floor on which to tap dance? It is so accousitcally sound...that any accoustician would indeed be tickled by it. But I digress, so I was whapping my tail against the cabinets insisting to the lizards that it was time for a treat...when my tail accidentally went "phfwump!" against the floor. Oh, it was music to my ears! I started beating a little rhythm with my tail, added a little interlude with my front paws and warbled a delightful rendition of "Hound Dog" by the King himself!

That is when it hit me...the key to how I, a lone but cute canine, can make millions...I will become an international sensation...an overnight musical genius...and it will all start with the release of my very first album, "Frankie: Unleashed."

Now all of you out there just have to promise to buy it so it will go platinum overnight...do you think they would pay me in dog treats instead of that paper currency that you humans get all giddy over?