Hank Hill vs. Hank the Pug

Hey there, neighbor! Welcome back. Grab a beer and pull up a lawn chair, and we'll (well, I'LL) jaw jack a bit.

Now I want it to be known that I love my mom and wouldn't trade her for all the rawhide at Petco, I tell ya what. BUT....lean in close....I don't think her elevator goes all the way to the top. On second thought, it goes all the way to the top; it just makes some strange and unexpected stops along the way. Remember how I told ya she has a "thing" for Hank Hill? This is what she says, and I'm quotin' her here: "If all men were like Hank Hill, the world would be much better off". Uh...huh huh...um...yeah, I know...she's talkin' about a cartoon character!

Anyway, I guess I should be honored that she named me after the guy, but I gotta tell ya...I don't see a lot of similarities between us.


Hardworking
Honest
Modest
Republican (but admires old school democrats - that's why his Georgia Bloodhound is named Ladybird)
Loyal
Wise



Lazy
Usually honest
I don't have a modest bone in my body
Democrat - I'm all about free food and housing
I'm loyal to whoever has the treats
Uh.....come again?

Well, at least we both have wrinkled foreheads.

Yep. Mmhmm.

Well, howdy neighbor.

Welcome to my blog. If you've listened to my mom talk for any more than five minutes in the past two years, you've learned a little about me. But let me bring ya up to speed a bit, uh, to make up for all those times when your eyes glazed over.

I was adopted from the Kentuckiana Pug Rescue on March 3, 2007. My original name was Mac, but my mom has this thing for Hank Hill of Fox's King of the Hill. On her part, it was love at first sight, I tell ya what. Me, I'm pretty easy so I was just happy to sit on her lap in the car. Dang, it was cold that day!

Anyway, she and my dad Scott have been real good to me. Becca, a good ol' Beagle/Springer Spaniel, was nice enough to take to me and show me around the yard. Not that I gave her much choice. I tell ya what, that ol' girl couldn't even take a dump without me bein' right there! Now that she's almost blind, I feel kinda bad for all the times I opened my yap and ruined her squirrel huntin'. But I'm makin' up for it these days by helpin' her walk the fence row.

Then there's Molly. She's our foster pug. That ol' bird is somethin' else.....always stealin' mom's lap, and she snores like a buzz saw! But she's okay. I guess.

Well, time to hit the sack. Next time I'll tell ya more about this "thing" my mom has for Hank Hill. Uh...huh, huh....yeah (red-faced, rubbing back of neck, shuffling paws).....the girl ain't right!


Yep. Mmhmm.