Oh I know what you are thinking… Isn’t he cute? How could you ever be mad at that dog?
Look at how he protects your little Samantha? Always watching after her.
Look at how Hank loves his playmate, Sandy. He just wants to play. Surely Jenny, you could never get cross with that adorable dog. Right?
Well you decide…
Hank has now chewed over 50+ shoes. And keep in mind, it’s never a matching pair. It’s always your favorite pair, Jeff’s leather work shoes, and of course, guest shoes from jumping on the trampoline.
Hank chewed baseballs from the school yard behind us and had to have 2 surgeries costing us over $3,000. During the baseball season, tons of balls would fly over our back wall. Hank would rip the white hyde off the balls, and the rubber cores got stuck in his gut. The vets were unable to figure it out and ordered tests, gave him IV fluids, etc. I finally stepped in as the nurse and demanded the exploratory operation. But of course, they didn’t get it all the first time…
Hank ate 18 chocolate peppermint cupcakes (out of 24), made for my son’s birthday party. I had to scramble and make another batch. He of course didn’t get sick at all. Figures, little stinker.
Sam threw a ball at Hank and he jumped to catch it, flew through the Christmas tree, tore the shutter completely off the wall, caused a spark, the ribbon from the ornaments caught fire, mom fixed it, Hank hid, and Sam said, “Uh oh!” It was like something out a Christmas Vacation movie. Almost unreal it was so ridiculous.
So do you still think he is cute?
Thank goodness I have Sandy, who is calm and acts if she is 100 years old even though she is just 7.
So now you have met Hank and Sandy. So I ask you now to all bow your heads and pray for me. And for my shoes.