PLEASE BE ADVISED:
Frankie is a
very good boy.
Desk-side professional. Blanket inspector. Da's best associate. Complicated, yes. Loved completely, also yes.
*Televised, cozy, and preferably solved before bedtime.
I know the schedule.
…Mostly.
Frankie spends the workday beside Da's desk in his little office kingdom. Calls are answered. Mice are clicked. Pets are occasionally administered. Sometimes a treat appears. Honestly, it's a pretty decent job.
“You learned my language. Every little signal. Every funny ear. Every backwards wag. You never asked me to become another dog. You just became… my human.”
The laptop closed.
Laptop closes
The first sign. Something important is about to happen.
Da asks, “Ready?”
One hand. One question. One little word.
We ascend
Upstairs, together. This is the proper way.
Blanket. Couch.
Then Hallmark crimes—the perfect end of every day.
A THEATRICAL METAL EVENT IN ONE COZY ACT
Do you want to
watch murder?
First we have to go upstairs. That's the proper way. Blanket. Couch. Then Hallmark crimes.
FRANKIE We're watching Hallmark.
GOBLIN KING VERY WELL. THE GOBLIN KING APPROVES OF THE MURDER CHANNEL.
THE GOOD BOY IS REAL.
So is the damage.
Frankie is sweet, funny, and happiest beside Da. He is also a dog whose world sometimes gets too loud, too fast.
Thunderstorms, busy days, broken routines, or Da being away can let the Goblin King's voice get loud. His family knows his signals, protects his peace, and helps him find his way back to himself. The good boy was there the whole time.
You can even keep
the Goblin King.
As long as every evening ends with a blanket, a couch, a mystery, and Da close enough to lean against.
GOBLIN KING, surprisingly gentle THE DETECTIVE MISSED AN OBVIOUS CLUE. MORON!
FRANKIE I know. We'll tell him tomorrow.
FRANKIE. FRANKIE. AND MORE FRANKIE.
A complete record of a
very good boy.
Office hours, outside investigations, blanket work, diplomatic visits, and several entirely justified naps.
