Warning: Heavy handed anthropomorphize'ing ahead. Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (spill out some kibble for our fallen homie). Hercules was a gentle giant in the vein of my beloved Ferdinand the Bull. He looked ferocious, but was great with kids, didn't require much exercise, and loved him some good trash television. Herc was also an anxious dog. He was so ... Continue Reading