Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. Bark.

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June 20, 2012

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark. Bark.

In that ever-present effort to be in balance there is always something that slips a little. And by slips a little I totally mean goes berserk and causes all kinds of problems. Am I right? Sure. At this moment in time - the beasts are not getting as much running as they need and that means that they are being bowling ball sized jerks. With a 22pt capital J. Actually it's mostly just Frank. He needs more exercise than Norman because he's still a bit of a douche a baby and will chew up the siding on the house when he's bored.