Barks was the family dog from the late 80s until 2005. My brother and sister still live in a post-Barkly universe. The South-East of England had a lot of fallen trees after the hurricane and he would skip up their trunks with me until we were 20 or 30 feet into the air. He could also take off vertically, so if he was hungry you'd see this small dog go up and down past your back door window.
This pic is a video still from the famous day I did a pipe in the riuned tin mine near Pensilva and just about lost my freakin' mind.
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