Franki's Saga: Week #8 (Yeah sure, why not?)

Hello, my wonderful people. I'm glad that you follow this blog. I try to sound very official-like in my blogs. It's a need. Anyyyyy wayyyyyyy, Today is Hannah's birthday. I hope this one goes like the last one. No one's in the kitchen. I see the cake. I lick the cake. I get yelled at for eating the cake, and so on. And turns out, my mom has been reading my blogs! Bea told me about all the corrections I needed to make and ugh! I don't wanna hear corrections! I type how I type! You wanna change that then give me typing lessons for dog's sake! Well...... I stare at the red velvet cake, drool slowly dripping to the floor, brown eyes as big as can be... oh I just want a little lick! How HARMLESS is a little lick? Very. I just need to slowly rise up on my front paws.... gently put my paws on the counter..... reach my tongue out.... almost there...... a little more........ carefully now...... just about there.... and then a big "FRANKI!!!!!!" and I jump down, scared out of my fur! I get pushed outside, then let in, when they see I didn't get to touch it!  We have feelings! I'd rather have time-out in the bathroom! And another thing, why don't we get to go into stores or restaurants? I mean really? oh, gotta go, birthday dinner!!!!