Hey fam!

Just wrapped up being the stand-in nurse at Pawsburg Vet—yep, Frank the Tank in scrubs! 😷 Comforted an Afghan with my fuzz, entertained a Pomeranian drama queen, and had a silent convo with a Lab buddy. Then I braved a storm post-sardine pie (delish, btw) to return to my post. Dr. McDrool called me the heart of the hospital! I’m a soft-spoken hero, apparently. So just another day of me, Frank-a-doodle-dandy, being the accidental guardian angel of pets. ☺️🐾

Catch you at dinner, if the cat hasn’t eaten us out of house and home 😹

– Frank

I’m no ordinary Bernese, mind you. My name’s Frank, the Gentle Giant of Pawsburg, and my days are often an intricate tapestry of simple joys and unexpected adventures.

It was an especially bright morning when the whispers of Diamond Doberman Dunes tickled my fancy. I heaved my grand frame from the comfort of my backyard, bidding a silent farewell to my gnome confidants. “Hold the fort,” I offered them a wink—they’re sworn to secrecy, you know.

As I ambled through Cocker Courtyard, my fur danced in the sunlight like a thousand tiny diamonds. I was on my way to the Pawsburg Veterinary Hospital, a place where drama unfolds with every swish of a tail. Though I’ve always cherished the stillness of my garden, there’s a part of me that can’t resist the allure of a good melodrama—typically as an observer, of course.

Upon my arrival, the air was electric with canine commotion. I pushed through the doors with reserved bravado, only to be greeted with the familiar scents of sterile floors and the soft hum of whispered worries.

Dr. Rover McDrool, Pawsburg’s finest vet and my good friend, caught sight of me. “Ah, Frank, just the dog! We’re in a bit of a pickle.”

You see, Nurse Barkley had taken ill, leaving the clinic short-pawed. An elegant Afghan Hound with a cumbersome cone, a Pomeranian pup with a penchant for drama, and a Labrador with a limp were all in need of nursing. It was then I understood my role—I was to be the calm amidst their chaos.

My rounds began with the Afghan Hound at the Pinscher Plaza wing, offering bedside comfort with my mere presence. She nuzzled against my snowy chest, finding respite from her ordeal. “There, there,” I soothed. A hound of few words, I’ve found they’re seldom needed when you’ve a heart that listens.

The Pomeranian pup was next, in the Labrador Lunch recuperation suite. “It’s just a sprain, you brave little ball of fluff,” I comforted, suppressing a chuckle. I lent an ear to her hyperbolic tale of a misadventure involving a squirrel and a slide.

Lastly, the lumbering Labrador, recovering in Cocker Courtyard. We exchanged knowing glances—the silent solidarity of large breeds.

Lunchtime arrived swiftly, and my stomach gave a low, rumbling plea. ‘Twas time for a sardine pie at Mutt Munchies. Quite the contrast from the hospital’s chaos, the quaint eatery was my solace. I savored each bite, allowing the comfort of the familiar flavors to wash over me, whisking me away, momentarily, from my veterinary vigil.

But no sooner had I finished did the sky churn with impending doom. Rain. My ears drooped at the sight of the first vengeful droplets assaulting the windowpane. The world woefully ignored my wish for eternal sun, casting me under a wet blanket of despondency.

My sanctuary called—a warm bed and the silent company of my gnome friends beneath the protective branches of my favorite tree. Yet, it was not to be. Not when there were souls in need of the serenity that seemed to emanate from my very being.

I’m not one for heroics, mind you but today, perhaps, I was their quiet champion. Despite the rumbling thunder, I waddled back to the clinic, ready to soothe, to comfort, and as always, to heal, with nothing but the gentle heaving of my sides and a steadfast gaze.

As evening approached and the last patient left with a wagging tail, Dr. McDrool uttered with a grateful grin, “Frank, you’re the heart of this hospital. The guardian of our guts and vessel of our veterinary valor.”

And just as quietly as I had entered, I departed into the embrace of Pawsburg’s twilight, knowing that tomorrow would be another day at the clinic, another day in the curious life of Frank, the Gentle Giant.

The End.