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The Head of Security alerted everyone that Frankie was missing in action. Where was he and what was he up to?
After a night of heavy rain, the sun rose bright and warm. The day was spent playing games of chase, tag, wrestling, etc. And, of course, there was lots of napping in the sunshine. But when Kiska did her periodic headcount and came up short, she sounded the alarm that Frankie was absent.
The Queen took charge and dispatched everyone in teams.Ā Search parties were organized. His crate was inspected. All parts of the yard were sniffed. So where was he?
It did not take long for the Hu-Dad to break under questioning and reveal the whereabouts of Frankie.
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Sweet, glamorous Kiska! I love all of you, but have missed this girl.
Aw Frankieā¤ļø Just trying to get some needed quiet time! Rest on puppy??
Ice sez: Owooooooooo, can’t a guy have a quiet moment to himself, without everybody getting their feathers ruffled? My favourite place, off by myself, is the hu-Mom & Dad’s walk-in closet. Nobody bothers me there!