The Tantilizing Trail of My Weekend Treats

Yikes! It has been literally weeks since I stretched my paws and typed away for the enjoyment of others...my human had a few problems...and she insisted on forcing me to live in a cage for a number of days while she pranced off to parts unknown engaging in who knows what kind of amusements...I need to get the story from her before I can fully update you on what I have been doing the past couple of weeks. Let me just say that I came back a slimmer Frankie dog...and we do NOT like to see that!

On a remarkable note, my morning walk left behind a delish and colorful summary of the fresh and juicy treats that I had consumed over the course of the weekend. For once, I, Frankie Dog, was given an ample and unending supply of treats...and not just any old treats mind you...but fresh-from-the-fields, handpicked-for-me blackberries and tomatoes! My leave-it-behinds this morning were quite a colorful contention of all that I indulged in! And they smelled quite nice I might mention...

AHhh!!! Just the thought of those blackberries dripping with their fragrant and sweet juice makes me want to smack my lips...if I had lips to smack...so to substitue I wack my tail against the leg of the dining room table while I eat it. ACK!! My human will know that I have been sneaking from Smelly's pile of berries when she gets home...I just dripped some of the uneraseable juice all over the rug...and she'll know that I have been standing on my hind legs...which I am forbidden to do...and all at the cost of filling my tummy. A back is a silly old thing to stand in the way of a full and unrumbling belly.

That last little sentence or two was very Winnie the Pooh-esque of me, don't you think? Not that I would ever attempt to imitate the personality of a great like Pooh...but really, can anyone compare to little old me and my love of all things digestable? I mean, now that I put a little more thought into it, Pooh was very limited in many ways...I mean what sort of animal limits himself ONLY to one food regardless of how good and lip-smackery it is? Come to think of it, Pooh did alot of the lip smacking as well...but I don't think that bears have lips anymore than dogs do...

Are humans the only ones with lips? Maybe that is why they insist on talking so much...they think that their faces with those lips are just so doggone special that they deserve to be heard. In all honesty, I have yet to meet a pair of lips...with the exception of my real owner's baby sister...that I can't get enough of.