Race 5...and still alive (just)

My name is Flying Frank and I am a rubbish dog.

There. I've said it.

No better last night, I'm afraid. As usual, myself, Jono and the boys at Frank were full of optimism ahead of the big race but, once again, I failed to deliver. My record so far is:

2nd
4th
5th
4th
5th

Doesn't look too clever does it?

Whilst I know I am currently about as quick as Jade Goody, I know the tide will change and I just need everyone to get off my back. Take the boys at Frank - I had a quick chat with them the other day on the old cat and bone (we have to do these things, all tied up in the sponsors contract, see) and though they were positive, I could tell that they want me to start winning soon. I think it was the bit about them coming to chop my balls off if I don't that gave it away. They also told me to stop being a cry puppy.

I don't really want to dwell on last nights result but I thought I would let you know anyway. I have a big week coming up, so I need to focus. As well as training, I have to go to court tomorrow - I recently got a barking ticket.

Many thanks for reading this, please send me a good luck message and I will notify you of my next race.

Peace. Love. Woof.