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Tag Archives: Hank
bellybutton eau hank’s summer freshness distilled inevitable ____________________________
_________________________________ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. J.R.R. Tolkien
For Hank, summer days run something like this: wake, yell, eat, burp, pee, poo, scratch, sniff, yell, sniff, yell, swim, swim, shake, sniff, roll, roll, sniff, swim, swim, shake, yell, roll, roll, scratch, pee, yell, eat, yell, pee, yell, yell, sleep. Which brings … Continue reading
Hank goes to a dinner party and meets new friends, including the escargot: __________________________________ Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps … Continue reading
_______________________________ “Green, Green is My Sister’s House” poem by Mary Oliver from her book, A Thousand Mornings (The Penguin Press, 2012).
This is a lucky post in the sense that it isn’t actually a 13th post, but a twelfth post. Hank feels a bit chagrined by this lapse, but he knows that almost every good post-er posting once per day will … Continue reading
Back in the days when Hank knew his way around a sailboat (truthfully, there were probably three) he dutifully practiced his knots. Square knots, half-hitches, bowlines, cleat hitches, sheet bends, figure 8s, rolling hitches…you know da kine. The Ashley Book … Continue reading
dog’s feet and Fritos if naught ceases just shifts form what’s in these again?
trousers burgle thong oakum burp spork pulpit Speedo dandle dangle plunk twee Fahrt coif pants plump splotch plop potty purloin Poobah dipthong moist gerund gleek glom pep uvula cherub slacks spank zither pulp piddle plank pip chortle glottal chomp nudist … Continue reading
Hank’s going to do something special, just for you and just for August. He’ll post one short, sweet something each day—perhaps one photo or wee Hanku—because he loves summer almost as much as he loves you and he wants to … Continue reading
Wheeeee! It’s back. Hank’s best critter-watching day of the year. The day he strolls along Greenwood Avenue delightedly sampling the pavement smörgåsbord and spocking large men and their small dogs. …It’s the 21st Annual Greenwood Car Show! Today’s event—which raises a heck … Continue reading
Truth be told, Hank loves going to the vet. Loves it. Why, Hank, why? Why do you love the vet when many do not? Biscuits, of course. Biscuits. Biscuits. Biscuits! All those delightful biscuits! Here’s Hank’s old vet-visit schtick: First, … Continue reading
From Hank’s Garden to You! _________________________ And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here; And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear. —Algernon Charles Swinburne
March. Blech. Well, at least that’s over. Even for a notoriously dreary and dreadful month, March was particularly dismal here at the House of Hank, as an epic plague descended upon Hank’s lands. He considered naming this post What Hank … Continue reading
_______________________________________ Be obscure clearly. —E.B. White
Well, Hank’ll be gosh darned. The heck you say! He’s apparently been sort of using an artistic technique all these years. Go figure. Being a dog and whatnot, he tends to see things from a heads-on perspective, a looking-up-and-down perspective, a what-is-this potential … Continue reading
__________________________ The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. —John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, are Hank’s dogs barking. Hank’s had a heck of a holiday season. The past few weeks have flown by, complete with the feather-rustling and squawks you’d expect from this joint. Hank’s played host to The Troubles, Loosie the galloping … Continue reading
Wet and cold. Great for the nose of a Labrador, but not so great when you have to live in Seattle without one. Or two. But lo! A small break in the weather arrives and Hank & Cap decide to call … Continue reading