Mr. Footlong has been busy these days. He’s a bit of a mooch, though. He joined us for Thanksgiving and thoroughly enjoyed himself…

"I'm thankful you're not serving hot dogs"

"chocolate orange pudding - huzzah!"

…but was mysteriously absent when it was time to do the dishes:

"..."

He popped up again just in time to go to tea with us on Wednesday, but his drink order was a little too eccentric:

"Barman! Fetch me a Midnight Train to Shanghai with THREE fingers of gin. You don't know what that is?!?!? hrmph."

Thankfully he was pacified by catching up on his USA Today:

"I far prefer the original newsprint, but this will suffice."

Oh, Frank. You’re difficult, but we love you.