Give me my bone dammit.

My name is Hank and I was rescued (bought at a flea market). I had a broken tail but otherwise, I was fine. Now I am here in this dang halfway house, with too many other dogs, and fighting this chick for a bite of my bone and not the other dogs. I am really cute, with sad eyes and I am not afraid to go NASTY to get my bone.

I am sleepy mom, and a little hungry.

Can you bring me one of those treats you hide in the cabinet?  -Buddy Love

Beach side cafe my ass...

No one has offered me anything to eat.- Random moocher I met on vacation

Riding around the hood.....

Neighbors make great dog sitters!  When we ride, sometimes a neighbor will want to go with me, share the love and kisses.

Dog people are good people. - Maisy, Buddy, Sam, and Shanti

(Neighbors and friends sometime borrow my dogs to walk, go on rides, or overnight visits)

Do I LOOK like a horse?

Hell yes, I can run around cones and jump fences.  BUT,  I am not a horse. - Bea

My but your butt looks big from down here....

Did you happen to notice my big teeth? The better to bite you with!- Shanti

Now that you found me....

You are probably gonna ask me where did that bone come from and what kind of bone is it?- Dixie