Meet Hank the Tank.
6 weeks. 5 pounds.
& cute as hell.
Yes, he's a pitbull.
No, he won't bite your face off because of his breed.
If we teach him to, then he'll kill you.
I don't know if I'll ever get used to peoples faces when we respond
"pitbull" to their constant "aw! puppy! what kind?"
People are silly.
I mean, look at this sleepy face!
Hank dreams more than any dog I've ever seen.
He's not scared of anything.
He already goes up & down stairs,
& in the doggie door.
I'm pretty sure he already knows what "outside" & "no" mean.
He doesn't know how to eat without putting his paws in the water bowl
& he thinks laptops are food.
Oh Hank, I think you're going to restore my broken Lady Bird heart
& I adore how much you fight for Ollie's affection.
I was just telling Jer that he's a Lady Bird bandaid.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm pretty sure Bird telepathically taught Hank how to slay dragons in his sleep.
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