Hank Chronicles Chapter Two...

Shortly after connecting with Hank's foster mom, we planned to go to a Pet Expo where we were to meet who I still referred to as "meatball".

So I fell in love. I fell in love with a hairless, sticky, stinky little man on the 14th of December at the garden factory's "Pet-a-Palooza". Looking back, all of the things that I found most endearing that day were small warnings.
For example:
1. Awwww look he wants to sit on my lap and hug me! ... No. He was just trying to hump me.
2. He's giving me kisses! ... No. He was eating my earring.
3. He's so nice to everyone that he meets! No. He just wants treats.
4. Oh no! He had an accident on the floor. He didn't even lift his leg. No. He still pees like a girl. Or when he can't care less, he doesn't even bother to squat.

Now don't get me wrong. I knew that day that despite how sick he was, this dog was a good boy. I knew that this dog was worth it.

Hank's foster family couldn't possibly have been any more loving and supportive. His first momma truly saved his life. She took him in with no time to spare as a skinny, pitiful, bloody mess. Not knowing anything about his history or conditions, she brought him home.

Something you should know about this woman is that she is not only a truly kind and compassionate person, but she is f*ing hysterical. From the first email back and forth it was hard to decide if I wanted to be her friend or the dog's more. One of the things that she had said that first day was how much of a momma's boy Hank would be, and how great would it be if he had TWO mommas. That resonated with us and just made us feel so good. We had been nervous that some adoption networks wouldn't be supportive of us being a same sex couple.

We were able to pick Hank up for a play date the next weekend after meeting him. I was so excited! I picked him up, brought him back to the apartment and he humped me the ENTIRE time. 

Enter Dylan:

This cat clearly couldn't be any less enthusiastic about the Star Wars creature that had infiltrated his kingdom. 

Despite the incessant pelvic thrusting, we had a great first visit. Still being really sick, Hank was super snuggly and sleepy for a good portion. We pretended that he loved us and imagined what life would be like as a happy little family.

Hank Chronicles Chapter One...

Meet Hank.

Hank is the most beautiful canine to ever roam the earth. He is also my fur-son and one of the most entertaining little creatures I have ever known. Hank has a story. A story that will make you appreciate his stunning good looks more than you could imagine.

Hank is also a pure bred pit bull asshole. It sounds like a terrible thing for me to say, I know, but I believe that one of the greatest gifts in life is laughter. Hank makes us laugh.









Meet Jordan.

Jordan is my much better [looking] half and Hank's other mommy. We decided a little over five months ago that we had reached the point in our relationship where we were ready to get a dog together. HAHAHA We seem flip flop roles when it comes to wanting something outrageous or that we are so not ready for, and this was no exception.


Ex. conversation.
J "Hey, I had a woman in my class (she teaches painting classes) tonight that works for Nuts for Mutts! She told me about a few dogs that are up for adoption. One of them is a little guy with really bad mange..."*shows picture*.
Now, this is how it translated for me.






J *shows picture of terrifying little ball of scabs and skin* "You NEED him. You NEED to save him. No one can love him like YOU can. Let's get him tonight!" His name must be "Meatball".

Have you opened your wallet and started dialing your local SPCA yet?? Okay, you're right. You can't get over his weird little feet. (They're totally weird and webbed, but will hopefully one day make carrying a beer to me much easier.)
How about these ones: 

Now that you are in tears and angry, wondering how someone could cause or leave an animal to be this sick, we can talk about that later. Lets get the #1 burning question out of the way. He is not a tree creature from Lord of the Rings, he was just super scabby and swollen from the worst case of demodex mange that I've ever seen. He was taken in by Rochester Animal Services at an estimated 8 months old and weighing approximately 30lbs. His foster family took him in at the eleventh hour and gave Boggs (his adopted name) a well deserved and lifesaving second chance.

About a month or so later we met our prince, and kissed his sticky little body, aaaaaand got really itchy.

Five Year Hiatus.

After re-discovering this blog that was used for a communications elective from my senior year in college, I decided to pick up where I left off...and mostly talk about my dog.