Nicknames: Doodle, Hank Williams, Jr., Two Holler Hank
Birthday: April 1st 1997
Likes: Groomings, backrubs, lying by the fire as long as it doesn't crackle.
Pet-Peeves: Loud noises (thunder, hand clapping, swatting mosquitos), nail trims, swimming pools.
Favorite Toy: Mr. Moose, a large stuffing-free squeeky stuffed animal
Favorite Food: Hank has a delicate system and we stick to dog food but he loves a pizza crust or a bit of mashed potato on occasion.
Favorite Walk: In the woods, of course, and off-leash. Last year he came face-to-face with a 350 p0und Black Bear and held his stay command until the bear took off.
Best Tricks: Hank does a series: Starting with sit, we go through give me your paw, down, stay (hold it), come, and a final "High Fives." Very cute. Everyone loves it.
Arrival Story: Hank was born on the Big Island of Hawaii in 1997. We adopted him in March of 2000 from a friend named Alison. Alison used to visit the local humane society and take the dogs for walks because she wasn't in a position to own one. One day she went to the dog cage and noticed a quiet little red dog in the corner while all the other dogs were competing for her attention at the gate. She asked about him and was told that it was a sad story. He was a pig-hunting dog that had been gored by a pig. The hunters took him to the vet but abandoned him there. The vet fixed him up (he sports one floppy ear from the goring) and tried to keep him as an office pet but for some reason it didn't work out and he ended up at the pound. He was going to be put down the next day. Alison immediately asked to take him for a walk and when she returned she adopted him. She named him after her favorite country singer, Hank Williams, Jr. After a short time, Alison was forced to move to the mainland and put the word out that she was looking for a new home for Hank. We jumped on it and welcomed him into our home and our lives. Hank was very confused when we got him because Alison had been forced to move around a lot with him and we suspect that he was abused by the hunters because he was very jumpy at loud noises and would sometimes flinch away from us. He is a gentle, loyal, loving, obedient dog. He went to work with us every day in the early years. We owned a retail store and he was the "store dog." Everyone loved him and stopped in to see him all the time. I groomed him every day and put a different color bandanna around his neck every day. We took an obedience class early on from Paws University in Kona. That was when I found out that he had already been trained to basic commands. We breezed through the class while all the puppy owners struggled to complete their weekly assignments. Hank graduated as the "sit-stay" champ of his class. I commented that it wasn't fair since Hank was sleeping (he's very low-key). The nickname of Doodle because I would sing to him to the tune of Yankee Doodle: "Hankie Doodle Went To Kona, Riding in a Wrangler." Once a stranger came into the store and said "Doodle." When I asked why she claimed to be psychic. hmmmm. Hank got his nickname of Two Holler Hank last year when we attended my father-in-law's funeral at a small private cemetary in the hills of Tennesee. He is so well-behaved that we got complacent and neglected to protect him from the sound of the 21-gun salute. He got scared and took off at the same time it started pouring rain. We were preoccupied with the funeral and didn't see which direction he went and didn't realize he was gone right away. After 10 minutes, we started combing the area. One of the gentlemen in the Color Guard said that he "took off up the holler." Being city folks, we asked for clarification since it seemed that a holler would be a hollow in the hill and it would be down not up. But he had gone up and we followed the direction he indicated. 45 minutes later Hank was spotted as a small red dot moving through the grass two hollers over. I held my emotions in check until I got the word that he'd been found at which point I fell to my knees with gratitude and overwhelming emotion. I will never be that careless with my most precious possession again. Last year we moved to upstate Pennsylvania with Hank and were concerned that at age 12 he would have trouble with the cold and snow. Not so. He loves the cold weather and the mountains and hiking trails and he plays like a puppy in the almost-daily snow. He is a treasure and will always be "my baby."