When I was a teenager, we lived in Tucson, and had the obligitory pool in the back yard. Our dog, a schnauzer, would chase us from the side, back and forth as we'd swim laps. So Dad comes home, pops a beer, leaves it at one end, dives in to cool off, and begins to swim laps. Dog starts chasing him. At some point the dog knocks over the beer. BEER! And laps it up.

Next day, Dad does the same thing. Leaves open can of beer at one end. Begins to swim laps.... dog starts chasing him, then midway, does a quick reverse, runs over and knocks over and helps himself to the beer.

Dog with hangover is not a pretty sight. But he repeated this new trick until Dad learned his errant hand was not knocking over the beer, but his beloved dog! The rest of us thought it was hysterical.

Back to Hank.... How's the treatment going? Is he feeling better? Nala sends good cheer.