The Fast and the Fur-ious: Frank’s Recall Adventures

Ah, a sunny February afternoon in Killinghall near Harrogate. The air crisp but with the hint of Spring coming round the corner, the sun shining making everything seem better —it's the perfect setting for Frank, a pint-sized whirlwind disguised as a brown Cocker Spaniel, to put his recall skills to the test. Or, as Frank sees it, time to audition for "Catch Me If You Can: Dog Edition." Equipped with optimism and a pouch full of treats that smell like they could summon a wolf pack, I venture over to the fields near Franks home, hoping this time Frank might actually, you know, *listen*. Spoiler alert: Frank has other plans.

As the echoes of "Frank! Come!" ring through the trees, a curious pattern emerges: Frank darts toward me with the speed of an Olympic sprinter, only to veer away at the last second, tail wagging furiously. His expression is pure cheeky delight, the canine equivalent of "You almost had me!" By the end of the walk, I've perfected the art of strategic bribery, Frank has mastered selective hearing, and every passer-by knows his name. Killinghall's residents and maybe even some of Harrogate's can now rest easy knowing Frank the sprightly blur has, once again, livened up the local scenery. Oh, and I’ve burned more calories than I ever did at the gym #SummerBodyReady. Success? You decide!