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I have the upper body strength of a scrawny chicken. Seriously. I ought to be lifting weights, except that I’ve been presented with a better solution, something a lot more interesting …


Aleksandr, my 30 pound weight.
Aleksandr, my 30 pound weight.

Somehow, he’s gotten into the habit of pulling when he’s on a leash. (Cesar Millan would indicate that this is my fault and he’s absolutely right.) I’m trying to train that out of him, but in the meantime, Aleksandr is giving me a serious workout.