Two weeks ago.

I was out with Frankie.

Frankie is a 10 year old Bichon Frisé.

Size of a cat.

Heart of a lion.

Brain of a sheep.

Beach. 

We were on the beach in Whitby in November.

And a slowing, ageing Frankie decided he wanted to play.

With a greyhound.

The Greyhound.

The only problem was.

No one told Frankie that his target playmate was a greyhound.

So all Frankie saw.

Was another dog.

And all Frankie had on his mind.

Was playing.

Not Knowing. 

Not knowing things is really useful sometimes.

Because where there are no rules.

And no prior knowledge.

There are no boundaries.

And where there are no boundaries.

Anything can happen.

100 Metres. 

Frankie first saw the greyhound at about 100 metres.

And when Frankie got within 10 metres of it.

That was when the greyhound slid into a full-pelt sprint so sudden and so effortless that Frankie thought the greyhound had disappeared.

Then.

Eventually.

Frankie refocussed on the greyhound 100 metres away again.

And 0ff he shot.

Then when Frankie got within 10 metres of it once more.

The greyhound slid into a full-pelt sprint and ‘disappeared’ once again.

And so it went on.

Frankie And The Greyhound.

Frankie and the greyhound had a great time.

But only because Frankie didn’t know what a greyhound was.

Frankie knew nothing of the mismatch.

It was only because Frankie didn’t realise that the greyhound could run like the wind.

That Frankie attempted to catch it.

And if he had known.

This wonderful chase would never, ever have happened.

So instead.

On that day.

They both had a brilliant, brilliant time.

Anything.

Not knowing things is really useful sometimes.

Because where there are no rules.

And no prior knowledge.

There are no boundaries.

And where there are no boundaries.

Anything can happen.

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    Loved this story ! I so hope that Millie and I bump to you on Whitley Bay beach. I hope that Frankie can meet Millie…though you would hear her squawking as she gallops along the beach chasing her orange ball. She says hello to everyone she can and she magnificently handles being three legged with her tail as a fine rudder when she gallops…

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