When we got Hank, our wonderful coonhound who passed away two years ago, we were newly married and living in a small apartment. We both worked full time, which meant we learned quickly that puppies should not be left alone with your things for seven hours, or even 20 minutes. Within a week of getting … Continue reading »
Tag Archives: Hank
Again, about Hank
It is certainly repetitive and depressing to continue conversations about our dog who passed away almost two years ago – I know this – but that should tell you how important our pets have been to us. Jeremy has been increasingly clingy and unable to be alone. He told me it feels like punishment to … Continue reading »
On getting a dog.
We talk about it regularly. Jeremy asks when, Jackson asks what kind, I wonder, Chuck ponders. We like dogs. Shouldn’t we get another dog? Wouldn’t we love another dog? Salem won’t like the dog, but that’s four out of five who’ll like the dog. The odds are good! Sigh… Hank has been gone for a … Continue reading »
I miss Hank.
Jeremy’s conversation topics are the definition of random, and this morning was no exception. After discussing Advent and measurement by inches, Jeremy asked how my parents’ dog, Max, died. I explained that as far as I knew he just died, that Grandpa came home from work one afternoon and found him already passed away. “But … Continue reading »
Two Days
I have what you would call a bad case of senioritits, as if I’ve already taken my final exams and all I have to do is show up for three more days of do-nothing classes. The only real training I have with my replacement has to do with the website, which we’ll tackle a little … Continue reading »
