I never thought I was that crazy about dogs until I met Hank. Hank is like no other dog I have met before. My brother adopted him from a woman who was in a wheelchair and could no longer care for him. He is a two year old blue heeler with an incredible personality. Clinton brought him home with him from El Paso this Christmas so he could meet the family and we all fell in love.

My brothers and I joke that he is some wise person we all knew that passed away and came back in the form of a dog. When Hank looks at you it is like he is telling you something extremely important. He has these wild human eyes that crack me up. Sometimes I walk in the room and Hank is just sitting there looking at me out of the corner of his eyes with his head down, very bashful like. He is super calm and I never once heard him bark while he was here. He is also the most loyal dog I have ever encountered. When Clinton leaves the room Hank follows and he waits outside the bathroom until Clinton gets out. If Clinton leaves the house Hank will sit and stare at the door until he returns. He wakes Clinton up each morning with a friendly lick of the arm and when Clinton says the phrase "bike ride" to Hank he acts like he is about to be served a T-bone steak. Hank says hello by jumping up and placing his two front legs on your stomach and licking your arms. I love it. If we are all sitting in the living room Hank will enter and go around to each person and lick their hand and then go sit down by Clinton and just look at us with those big sad brown eyes.

I couldn't believe how sad I was when Hank and Clinton had to leave. I miss them so much.  He made me realize how much I miss having a dog. As soon as I am in one place for more than a year....I am going to get my own Hank.