The safari gave up the opportunity to have a good look at Preston's Waxwings yesterday. But look what we got instead!
He's a chocolate slobrador...he's traumatised the cat...he's eaten her dinner...he's HUGE...he's Frank!
We think we know how he came to get that name - something to do with boxing.
Where to next? Where-ever Frank drags us. Actually that's unfair because he doesn't pull on his lead and is extremely well trained - a credit to his previous owners. A cracking rescue dog, I just hope we don't spoil his good manners.