Hank
My wife ambushed me with Hank. We didn’t get along at all in the beginning. He would stay away from me. When I got home from work we had what we called, “the first rule of Hank”. The rule was. Get home, zero eye contact, no petting, simply quietly move to the door to let him out to pee. Violate the rule resulted in him evacuating his bladder right there and then.
He would stay near my wife and peek at me from behind a corner. I called that move “the one-eyed Jack” because I only ever saw one eye.
Now? We are bff’s. He still protects my wife. Camping he won’t leave her side. Last camping trip, he slept for two days afterwards. He kept guard of her non stop. Me? I was always a potential bear turd.
It’s funny how they work their way into our lives. He is a pretty good dog and I quit busting my wife’s chops for forcing his ass onto our lives.
I still conform to the “ 1st rule” tho it isn’t necessary. 100% mutt.
