Hank didn't use to be a cuddler. As some of you know, Dagny was always the cuddler when they were puppies. Hank, sweet as he was, just couldn't contain all that puppy energy long enough to sit still in a lap for more than a second or two (unless he was already asleep, of course).
Recently, however, he has become quite the cuddler. While Patrick is the clear favorite in Hank's opinion, for some reason, Hank seems to feel that he always needs to be on top of me in some way. For instance, this means that him sleeping in our bed is totally out of the question. We've tried it, and inevitably, all of Hank's 50+ pounds ends up balanced on my legs, pinning me down while he lays there comatosed. And, when I say Hank "always" needs to be on top of me, I mean ALWAYS: his head on my hand, his paw on my foot, his giant booty on my shoulder - he'll take whatever he can get. When I describe it, it kinda sounds like dominating behavior, but just trust me when I say that it really isn't (see below). I really don't know what has brought on this behavior, although it might have something to do with the thousands of miles we have moved them over the past 8 months or so going back and forth across the country? It kinda seems like Hank is just a big 'ol baby. A big 'ol 50 pound baby.
Cooking Dinner - Hank on my feet
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