Presenting: Hank the Tank!!!

The new arrival made his big debut at Casa de H-Train this Saturday after brother went and picked him up from a breeder in St. Joseph. Not a puppy mill, I double checked. First, he stopped by Mom's for a little show and tell. She loves her new grandson. From there, both Mom and Brother came over and deposited the furball on my bed while I was sleeping. There are worse things to be wakened by, I suppose.

Brother was originally going to name him Harley, but it turns out that every other person names their dog Harley. So, in keeping with our family's fine tradition of mediocre pet names, he decided on Hank.

What is Hank? Hank is a Saint Bernard. A real Saint Bernard with no added preservatives or fillers. Their average weight fully grown...170-200lbs. He's going to take colossal shits in the yard. Hope Brother has a durable shovel. I'm having the yard treated this season.

Sam has already assumed the roll of long-suffering elder. Hank climbs all over Sam, and Sam just lays there and rolls his eyes. It will be interesting to see what happens once Hank grows up.

For the most part, Hank is a very mild tempered puppy. Where Sam was on what appeared to be a chronic meth trip, Hank is laid back. Actually, he's a slug. You can put him anywhere, and he will just lay down and go to sleep in that spot. A couch potato in the making.

What's really fun to watch is how Brother interacts with Hank. It's like Brother has a son. He carries Hank around in his arms. Hank follows Brother around the house, and whines when he is not within his immediate eyesight.

Life should be interesting with a Saint Bernard. I can't wait until he's old enough to wear the keg.