Hank the Cow Pug

I must say, Hank is fitting in quite nicely with our family. Even though Lola is just now starting to warm up to him as she continues to pout when he gets all the attention, I have caught her sleeping next to him and looking for him when he is outside. There is hope for pug peace in our house yet.


I truly think Hank has some sort of sleeping disorder. The boy can be running around like a maniac and then just drop down and be asleep and snoring in a matter of seconds. It's an amazing talent and one I wish I possessed. This morning, he was sawing logs but awoke with the sound of me getting up. He jumped off the bed, did a victory lap around our house and a leap into the chair, and was back snoring within two seconds of landing in the chair. Amazing. And when you try to wake him, he just flops around like a rag doll with a subtle smile on his pug mug. The other morning, I flipped on the lights and he immediately shoved his head under his blanket and put his paws over his ears. It was about the cutest thing I have seen.


I wish he would gain some weight- he has slowed to two bowls of food a day, but it doesn't look like he has put on anything. Again, a talent I wish I possessed. Lola on the other hand, could stand to lose a few. I don't need doggy costumes for Halloween- they can go as a pumpkin and a skeleton by their own accord.


Which brings me to my next dog topic.... No, I don't regularly buy my dogs clothing. Sure, we have an OSU dog jersey in the closet and a pair of reindeer ears compliments of our Christmas card picture of year's past, but it really isn't something I am that in to. Believe it or not. Pampering them? Sure. (There was a time when Lola regularly received blueberry pug facials, but I digress). Dressing them up regularly? Naw, not for me.


While many of my friends are either having children or wanting to have children, I can confidently say, we are not. Maybe in a couple of years, but not any time soon. These dogs are my children and I can't pretend to be embarrassed or ashamed of that. They bring me happiness and provide for my daily entertainment. They are so ugly, but they are mine, and I love them nonetheless. Here is the latest of them peacefully co-existing on my lap.