Ouch. It’s more than a just a little offsides to go on and on about flying great white sharks and predatory Chihuahuas then disappear. Sorry about that. There has been no Carcharodon carcharias/ Canis lupus familiaris horribilus bloodletting lately, but most of you know how things are at the House: When the sunshine comes out, all bets are off.
Big, big THANK YOUs for all the birthday love you sent Hank’s way over the last few weeks! He hopes you know that he has been writing love notes to you in his heart. Kind of like Jimmy Carter. And singing some little songs. Kind of like in Russia.
Between frolicking in the freakishly warm weather, knitting balaclavas, building stuff, and disconnection from all forms of communication due to the above, he hasn’t been able to do much else but bark a little. Which you might have heard.
If you can hear him over his crickets.
Yes. Come by and listen to Hank’s 3rd Annual Cricket Riot! Or talk to the crickets. The crickets will listen. Either way. It will make you very, very happy.
The weather has been perfect for DIY crickets and for strolling around the summer streets, looking for art in unexpected places. Hank’s marvelous pal Mimi Allin‘s “Surrogate” art project brought her back to the neighborhood, where for the last few weeks she’s been hugging telephone poles and then writing them love notes like this one:
Which she writes with her left hand. Because she’s right-handed. Because that’s how she does things.
Kids totally get what she’s been doing. Kids are smart.
Hank even hugged a few poles he normally pees on, and found the whole process redemptive.
Hank also participated in the endlessly confounding but wonderfully fun Greenwood Gumshoe 5K, which this year raised over $5,300 for the Greenwood Senior Center, Greenwood Food Bank and the Greenwood Elementary School PTA. Yahoo!
Thank goodness the fundraising wasn’t all contingent on Hank’s quirky investigative skills, which during the Dog Days of August are pretty good at locating cat doodie and unattended sandwiches, but not a lot else.
(Or on the sleuthing adepts over at The Seattle Times…)
Nice work, guys. But onward!
Hank has been seeing so many lovely things on his perambulations…
…lots of bright, clear skies…
…and magical trees…
…some odd things…
…some surprising things (rrrrROWR!)…
…some silly things…
Hank leaves you with this image for now:
Hug, hug, hug.
A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
– Ogden Nash