The Hank Effect

Hank's sad eyes.  He's never really sad though; I think he just wanted a treat.

So, I haven't always been the world's biggest dog fan.  I was kind of afraid of them as a kid, and then just never really loved them.  Then this thing happened...his name is HANK.  Well, actually there were these two kids who happen to belong to me who are head over heels in LOVE with dogs, and with no more babies on the way (ever) and two kids old enough to help with a dog, Dave and I decided to adopt one.  That's when we found THE ONE.

He was a rescue mutt.  He is part everything and might be the sweetest thing ever.  I mean, he's super annoying; he jumps up on people, has two totally different ears, runs sideways, attacks the door at the slightest knock, digs holes in the backyard and jumps in our pond, BUT I love him.

So, now for the Hank Effect....  I find myself judging (yes, judging, I will admit) every person who comes in my house by how they treat my dog.  He barks initially and is absolutely annoying, but he just wants you to say hi, pet him a little and that's it.  I love when people get that.  So, when the dude came today to fix something and he said, "You need to keep your dog away while I work."  I was instantly skeptical of him.  I'll admit.  Even my kids were like, "Mom, that guy is weird."

I had a friend come over recently who didn't even say hi to me and instead knelt on the floor and started petting Hank, and I was like, "I like her...she's one awesome gal."  So, there you have it. 

It makes me wonder what people thought of me all these years that I've walked into houses and never even greeted their dog.  I kind of hope they were judging me with the same Hank Effect that I use, because I deserved it.

And when Amelia got home from the tonsil stuff, this is who she wanted to hang out with...in his bed.