Hey guys it’s me Frank.
Or as my friend Jerry calls me, Frankie.
My full name is Franklin Benjamin Washington
But I’ll leave the explanation for that for another day.
In case you’re wondering why I’m writing this email for my hombre today
Is because he thought that it would be a better idea if I told you why
I’m trying to hide my face from the camera in the the picture below:
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I was kinda in some pain and I didn’t really feel like getting my picture taken
But  somebody thought it would be a good story so…
There you have it.
And thus begins the story of the dog and the bee.
It all started with a playful old dog (me) that liked to chase everything.
But what really gets me going is those flying things.
Balls
Frisbees
Birds
Bees…
Well maybe not bees so much anymore.
IÂ don’t know where I was
All I know is that the smell of foreign dogs really gets my tail wagging.
So as I’m about to drop my scent to add to the collection, I see one of those
Striped guys.
He just comes buzzing up next to the flower I’m relieving myself on
So I cut it short and make a lunge for the flower…
Got him!!!
He’s in my mouth! He’s in my mouth!
First time that’s ever happened, but NOW what do I do?!?!
I panic
I try to swallow and as I gulp…
I feel the inside of my mouth catch fire and I yelp
Releasing the bee or whatever the hell that evil thing was, back from whence he came.
I learned a lot on that trip with my best friend
But most important is that new experiences can teach you so much.
Without new experiences you end up kinda like me
Walking around the same neighborhood
Only experiencing slightly different elements of the same neighborhood dog’s piss
I had no idea there was another world out there.
Of slower bees and sweet smelling flowers.
Without the opportunity to go out and experience something different
I  never would have known that there’s actual happiness outside of doggie treats and bones.
So stay limited in your experience if you’d like.
Go chase those same squirrels
Sniff those same bushes
Pee on those same fire hydrants.
As for me, I’m gonna keep jumping in the car every time the door opens:
Frankie “pass the bees” Washington
P.S. Jerry will be back soon. He said something about a brontosaurus or something like that. I hope he brings one of those bones home, that would be pretty epic. OH and he also said to tell you to go some place…but now I forget…. if you want to get started on creating new experiences. I don’t know why he expects me to remember so much. After all, I’m only a dog.
