Pissed, just pissed

You've heard the tails of Flocko Ball. An every night event, rain, wind, snow, sleet or hail (fireworks an exception, he hates fireworks).

So about a month ago while Flocko was playing he dislocated his toe. We were lucky, Nurse Ratchet was able to whap it back into place before he realized what she was going to do.

Consequently, there has been no Flocko Ball for awhile. It would be nice for it to heal.

He's ready and we hear about it every night. He barks, stomps, snorts, paces and overall


He's just pissed.