Barkowski

Name's Barkowski, or Bark for short.

I've no idea why they call me that, though.

Oh wait, mate. It's because I'm a dog!

Funny thing, I kind of forgot I was a dog.

Lately, it just feels normal, you know? Then bam, it hits me.

Oh, you know, same old, same old.

Just enjoying the day, one drink at a time.

These paws make holding a glass tricky, but I'm managing.

Everything's a blur, but I remember tall tales, bars, and... a wild night?

Starting to think maybe a bloke named Zeek had something to do with it.

I'm parked right outside the bar, best spot to chat and drink.

You get all sorts here—farmers, travellers, and lots of good treats.

Being a dog has its perks. No one expects much from you.

Pondering life and love, same as always. Ever wonder if the Viper girls would go for a scruffy mutt like me?

Nah, I've got this, mate.

No worries, dude, I'm chilling.

All good, mate, I'm solid.

Nah, mate, I'm good.

Relax, bro, all under control.

Dude, absolutely!

Hell yeah, mate!

Totally, mate, let's crush it!

For sure, my guy!