Wrestlin' With The Watermelon Rind...

It was another hot day in July...when the watermelon crossed the path of my sniffer. I sat there and watched as my human slurped the sweet juice and tender flesh from the melon...I was concentrating so hard that I was drooling right onto my paws...but a little drool wasn't going to break my concentration!

The moment she lowered it within twelve inches of my nose...I locked my jaw onto that rind. Oh boy, was that human a little perturbed. She did everything she could think of...shouting commands like "release" and "let go already"...like I listen to those sorts of things! Then she resorted to blowing in my ears, tickling my throat and touching my feet. It killed my but I just crunched down a little harder...I wasn't letting that garbage-bound treat go that easily!

I finally made it away from her view...skulked into my invisiblity corner...oh, and how I munched! The rind...it was crunchy and slick with watermelon juice...and oh how green it tasted! Just as I was savoring another crisp mouthful of the tantalizing treat, I was blasted from behind with a jet stream of frigid water. Shocked and letting all rational thought fly with my farts, I temporarily let go of the rind...where it found its way into the hands of the human...and then crossed the threshold of the trashcan.

Oh, woe is me...another treat unappreciated...another treat trashed! It is my mission as Frankie the Dog to see that no remnant, no scrap shall go uneaten...no matter how rotten or bug-riden! And I was defeated...