Tonight when I went to pick up Hank from Day Camp, they will still all in the play room mozing around. So I walked over to the window to see Hank, and a kid was there with his REALLY big black lab. I was trying to get Hank's attention, and tapping on the window being annoying as possible, but to no avail. And then the sister of the boy next to me said something about Hank. And I turned over to them, uhhh...is your dog named Hank? Sure enough...well so is mine! So, I went into to get Hank out of day camp, and when we came out, the other Hank and his family were still checking out the dogs in day camp. So, we let the two large lab's named Hank sniff each other out. The black lab Hank is about 100 pounds and is 3 years old. It was just too random.
Speaking of random...tonight I was making linguine & clam sauce for dinner and I pulled a noodle out of the pot to check it for done-ness. I was flinging it around to cool it off, then I took a bite and it was still pretty crunchy. So, Hank was sitting on the floor snuggling with Jeremiah, and I started to swing the noodle a little and moved it down to give to Hank as a treat. Well, more trick than treat evidently...Hank JUMPED up, started barking, growing and clubbed Jeremiah in the face. He FREAKED at the noodle. So please, when you see Hank (my Hank) next, no flying noodles at him!
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Cute story! I will be sure to keep my noodles away from your dog (the obviously BETTER Hank)
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