My name is Hank. I go by the doodler, or Hanky do. My parents got me to help entertain Cooper. He apparently was driving dad a little nuts because he is VERY needy and has to constantly be WITH someone (can you say co dependant) Anyways, back to me. I am a mini pin. Dad always wanted a Doberman, but when he and mom got together, they lived in an apartment, so there was no way a Dobi was going to fit....I was the next best thing (of course!) i was only like 3 pounds when they got me, I've grown quite a bit since then, and I am the brains of this kennel, and I think personally the best looking too. They got me fixed a few years ago after dad was sitting there putting on his boots and I went up and marked him (for you non dog folks, that means I went up and piddle on him) I was just making sure he knew he was mine! Or course, I tried to make sure everyone knew that everything was MINE. Mom and dad didn't like that so much, so I was fixed. I could have done wonders for the gene pool, but oh well, what is done is done!
I am by far the smartest of this group, and I get all kinds of good stuff out of sympathy I think because I'm the only min pin. Dad always says we need equal representation around here, which means that I get all kinds of stuff that they other guys don't get. I'm a major clothes horse, I have my own clothes drawer in the hallway. I have a special food dish with little Chinese symbols on it (gotto keep the good zen going) my aunt Cindy sent me that a few years ago. I have my own binkie, and a love seat that is basically mine cause mom didn't set up any stairs so the short dogs could get up there. I can just whine a little bit and my folks will pick me up....every so often when they are putting me down or whatever I will yelp to make them think I'm delicate or something...I normally will get a cookie from it too....I told you I was the brains of this bunch!!!
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