Hank

So where do we begin about the story of Hank and us being foster failures. In April, we were contacted about being a foster family for an older gentleman named Hank. I was convinced that we would just be foster parents until he found a home. We already had accumulated a handful of other pets. Hank is a 9 ½ year old blond basset hound. We picked him up from a previous foster family in May of this year. At first he was a little shy and showed signs of simple nervousness, curiosity of the cats and wasn’t too sure about his new dog friends (a Doberman named Deputy, a beagle gal named Lola and fellow female basset hound named Ballie). After about three weeks he settled in and started to become one of the gang. He even developed wonderful friendships with the kitties, which was supposed to be one of the ”knocks” against him. It did not take long before became very vocal at meal time making sure that everyone was in there positions or by their bowls. I would give him a bear hug morning and night to show that we welcome him and loved him. He would growl quietly but I would continue daily. We would take him for long walks but being his age he tends to take his sweet time. Then all of a sudden one day, he came up to me and brushed his head on my leg like “Hey where’s my hug”. That’s when I fell more in love with him and decided that he could just not leave this house. He currently runs around the house and backyard like a young pup. He loves to carry his ball and play catch with you and the other pups. He loves his sleep and walks around with the cats. He loves to go for car rides, play in the park and inspect while pruning the garden. If he needs to go potty, he will pull the toilet paper off the roll out of the guest bathroom until you notice it in the hall. Sure, we did not need another dog but life without Hank would not have been as fun. Bassets are a huge asset. We are officially foster failures and proud of it.