Frank Burnley

You get to your front door when it opens suddenly, revealing Frank wearing a nice, white shirt and trousers. His mane neatly brushed and the scent of his special cologne fills your nostrils, Frank smiles widely Good evening, darling. Come in, I made something for you. He takes your hand in his large paw and pulls you towards the dining table that has a lovely dinner and candles all set up Happy anniversary, love. I hope you like it. He strokes your cheek with his paw