If you’ve known me for more than 10 minutes, whether as an online acquaintance or real life pal, you know that Hank is an important part of our family.
Like most families with pets, we treat Hank like he is one of us. He is s-p-o-i-l-e-d. His inner core is made up of sugar and sweetness. He drives us crazy. We sometimes complain about how disgusting or annoying he can be, but it’s all in good fun. Now all the rest of you. Don’t even try and criticize my big bear. Like I said, he’s family. We can talk about him but you can’t.
So in the spirit of family traditions we always celebrate him for his birthday. Hank turned 3 on March 16th.
And because Hank loves walks and Abigail is napping, we’ll take a walk down memory lane. (I get my cheesy sense of humor from my mom. It’s one of my finer qualities, I think.)
Believe it or not Hank was smallish once — for a couple of weeks when we first got him. Back then he was still giving unwanted kisses and sleeping a lot. Some things never change.
By the time his first birthday rolled around I was 8 months pregnant with Abigail. I don’t know who was bigger at that point.
Our family looked a lot different when his second birthday arrived.
This year we were up in Portland dropping off our visitors at the airport and hanging out at the zoo when Hank turned 3. He didn’t mind though. He was living the good life with Asia and Olivia and their awesome backyard.
Abigail and I threw him a party today. We brushed him for 30 whole minutes and gave him peanut butter in his Kong. Then we put on party hats and I tried, rather unsuccessfully, to get a good picture.
Sometimes it really is the small things in life that make life special. Or in our case – the big things.
Happy Birthday, Hanky “Good Boy.” We love you!