“It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend, fast runner, high jumper, hard bumper, stylish swimmer, good eater, elite sleeper and a good writer. Frankie was all of that and more.”
(With acknowledgement to CB White and Charlotte’s Web)
Click here to see Pav’s tribute to me
Well everyone I suppose this is not a surprise. I told you I’d retire when Pav did and I have. My only regret is that maybe I’ve taken a bit of attention away from him – oh, in case you haven’t heard, Matthew Pavlich has retired from the AFL – just like me.
My fans mean everything to me so I thought I’d go out by answering a few of the many questions people have been asking me after my amazing career as the first dog chosen in the AFL Canine Draft.
Ross has been different this year. Dreamy and poetic and arty.
Hello everyone. Sorry about the start of the year. Perhaps you’re wondering what’s going on… well I think I know.
Ross is the only coach I’ve known in my AFL career and it’s the same for most of the players and I know the game plan like the bottom of my food bowl. This summer I felt really comfortable… too cosy… and I found myself nodding off in the meetings. Ross’s words are like soothing poetry… Continue reading
Pav picked me up on Friday for the drive to Mandurah and we didn’t say much for a while. Then when we got onto Forrest Highway he said: “Well Frankie this is where it all started and this will be our last drive to Rushton Park together.” Continue reading
Happy New Year everyone. As you can see some kids paid 2016 tribute to me on a wall in Freo – ahh kids – you’ve gotta love em don’t you? Do you? Continue reading
Well the pre-season is hotting up. Today for example I did beach running, swimming, waits, breakfast and sleeping. Continue reading
Me thinking about my future.
I’m going to play on for the Dockers in 2016.
Me at home. I love pottering around in the garden.
Ross called Son Son, Clancee and me into his office last week.
Me trying to avoid one of Micky Barlow’s jokes.
Micky Barlow’s been strutting around a bit since his win at the Brownlow – in that kind of waddley limpy way of his.