Greg and I were invited to a 4th of July party out in the country with our very dear friends. For some reason, Greg asked if we could bring Frankie along. After all, the area is full of grass and grazing areas and Frankie loves Big Walks. But really, what was Greg thinking.
Taking Frankie to a party is like having a 75 pound 2 year old child with you. There is no letting the terror alone for a moment. Parents are responsible for protecting the child from harm, and keeping the child from bringing down the house. The host is not responsible to child proof their home -- um, in this case sulcata-proofing their home and entire outdoor space from Frankie.
We spend most of our time keeping Frankie from pushing over fences, eating gardens, re-arranging lawn furniture, going through sliding glass doors, getting into poison ivy and drowning in the pond.
Did we ever get time to have adult conversations, sit down under an umbrella, enjoy a meal and relax? No.
Sometimes its best to illustrate what happen with a few pictures.
Frankie arrives in the backyard
You're not supposed to eat any of the flowers in the nice flower garden.
By the volleyball court. Greg is trying to keep Frankie from the poison ivy all over the fence Frankie is determined to push over.
Twice Frankie decided he wanted to walk out on a twenty foot pier that juts out to the pond. We were so tempted to find out if sulcata sink or swim but decided neither of us wanted to go in if he did sink to the bottom.
As always, Frankie attracts the younger crowd.