Hank, The Pound Hound

Treeing Walker Coonhound/Bluetick Coonhound
Picture of Hank, The Pound Hound, a male Treeing Walker Coonhound/Bluetick Coonhound

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Home:Inside Pug Hill, NM  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-pound dog-service dog -dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
March 13th 2012

March 12th 2010

Everything! An intensely joyful guy. Loves to snuggle.

Happy Hound!

Favorite Toy:
All of Bandit's voice chip toys.

Favorite Food:
Anything, Hank was starved when he was picked up by animal control.

Favorite Walk:
Berg Park, along the River Walk.

Best Tricks:
The High Jump! Get in the back seat. Sit. Still learning tho.

Arrival Story:
Hank was provided to me as a candidate for becoming my mobility and balance Service Dog, however, the only service dog trainer in my area is urging me to get a pup, so I am looking to rehome Hank.

Hank is neutered, housebroken, and up to date on shots through March 2013. He will be microchipped for the new owner. He loves everyone and gets along with other dogs, our goat, chickens, and the neighbors bulls. He is a desert dog and loves the heat. He sleeps indoors but loves to be outside for at least part of the day. He likes a doghouse for shade when outside. Hank can use a dog door. He is new to cats and will chase them outside and be their pal when inside. Hank stands about 30" tall at the head. He has blue ticking on his body and red ticking on his legs. He can occupy himself with a soft spot and a big bone for hours. He is in San Juan County, NM, in the four corners area. He is a real beauty looking for a best friend and a good life.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 12th 2012 More than 5 years!

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Dogster Id:

Meet my family
Onry Onyx,
Ever Our Angel
Bandit P
Apache Tear
Pugnatious P
Guido Luigi
Roscoe P Pitt,
Lady Bird

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Howls from Hank

I'm here and I'm learning lots!

April 7th 2012 1:14 pm
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Well I've been home for almost 3 weeks. Life here is good. Most of my bones are now covered with a modest layer of flesh although my hips are still standing tall & obvious. Mom has cut me down from 4 meals a day to 3. I haven't been back to the vet since my exam & shots so I can't say how much weight I've gained. Everyone who came to see me on my first day here is raving about how much better I look. Nobody calls me Hank the Skeleton anymore!

I also have been in training!

After the diarrhea I brought home from the pound left me, mom & Sam started working on my house training. I am now very reliably trained in the waste departments.

I also have learned not to drag mom into the Animas River when she walks me on the leash! I still want very much to drag her whenever I hear someone speaking Navajo. Mom ordered me an easy walk (front clip) harness to work on that. I guess my secret is out! Now mom knows that I am a Dine Hound. Mom's Navajo friends are teaching her some helpful words to use as commands for more training.

I discovered Bil-Jac liver treats at Petco. I picked em out myself and now know how to sit on voice or hand command. On the way home from the pound, I learned, "Get in the Back". I ride really well and love to go. I also now figured out how to set off the car alarm when locked inside. That way, if mom runs in somewhere and stays to long, I can get her attention!

The one thing mom is having the most trouble with is mornings. When I wake up before her, I lay on top of her and give her a morning face and neck washup. I also grab her long ponytail and give her love bites along her hairline. If mom can get her hands out from under me, I'll stop when she claps. Mom is worrying about bald spots. I don't know why she is worried, I'd still love her bald! But really, I am getting better about the love bites.

Did I tell you, I get to sleep in the bed with mom & my puggie siblings? I do! It is a far cry from the first day I came inside.

I've never been inside before and I went absolutely nuts. I ran from window, to window, to door, to window. I hurled myself against the wood and glass to get out! Mom thought I was going to break out. I just had no idea what happened inside and it terrified me. That is when mom fed me in my "just for Hank" bowl, took me out, and then took me into the bedroom. Mom really knows something about hounds. Once she let me lay on the bed with everyone for a nap, I decided inside really was OK.

I'm a good, smart, big boy!

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