Joe wanted me to share this story with you today. We were remembering another nickname we had for Frank. Houdini. Frank earned the Houdini nickname one weekend while at the beach house. Frank was about 100 pounds of pure muscle and he was hard to control when he saw a motorcycle, squirrel or cat so Joe always used a harness and a choke chain on him when he walked him. He would then attach the choke chain and the harness together with the leash for maximum control.
Frank was always on cat patrol since every house at the beach seemed to have a cat. Joe was minding his own business walking Frank one morning when a cat appeared in front of them. Frank froze. He did the mouth up and down thing. The ears touched. The tongue was hanging out to the side. The cat stared back. Staring contest ensued. Finally the cat took a step towards Frank, taunting him. Suddenly the cat darted.
Before Joe knew what happened Frank had shimmied sideways under a car and contorted his whole body and suddenly came out of his choke chain, harness and leash contraption. Joe was left standing there holding the leash and empty harness while Frank chased the wild cat.
We never figured out how he managed to do that. It was literally in the blink of an eye. All that pent up longing of wanting to catch a cat exploded at that moment. One thing we're sure of is that he definitely broke Houdini's record!
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