Saturday encore ~ Harassing Hank

This is a classic post from last February – definitely one of my all-time faves. 
I know some of you are wondering how the big guy is doing these days after his recent trip to the vet.
A special blood test confirmed that he absolutely does not have dryland distemper (pigeon fever). 
Yet he still has the edema on his chest, and it's not going away. We're treating him now with a weekly dose of steroids 
to see if that will take care of the swelling or whatever is causing it. He's still not acting sick in any way, and that's a very good thing.

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Alan and George are contemplating diabolical ways to retaliate against Hank for all his misdeeds.

George: Be careful now. I think mom may be spying on us.

I watch in disbelief as Alan takes a bite out of Hank's butt.

That didn't get a rise out of the big guy, so Alan starts to paw at him...

...then has the nerve to stomp on him.

Hank: Was that my imagination or did I just get kicked in the ass by an ass?

Alan: Maybe we should pull his tail.

George: I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Alan: Go ahead – try it. I've stuck my neck out enough times. It's your turn.

Alan: Pull a little harder.

At this point, I decided enough was enough. 

I got off the fence, and Lucy and I went over to break things up.

Lucy: I could be wrong here, but I think Hank has just about had it with you two.

Hank: That would be a true statement.

Hank: I can't believe you let them harass me like that. It's that damned blog, isn't it?

You were taking pictures at my expense.

Me: Yeah, so maybe I was. But you know I love you, 

and so do a whole bunch of other people who are smiling back at you right now.