Sunday, November 30, 2008

Suppertime with Hank and Clyde

Well, this is my first post so I thought I would keep it simple. Each night as I prepare the nightly good eats, I am reminded how fortunate I am to have been blessed with much in this life, with two of the greatest blessings being Hank and Clyde my two hound dogs. It is a simple relationship, they eat what ever we do, sleep wherever we do, and pretty much rule the house (with certain limitations I can't remember at this time).

Hank, the big white one (Basset, Pointer mix) is a bit more subtle in her ways then Clyde. Clyde, the little black and grey one (Catahoula Leopard Dog and
Chihuahua) is the devil. Actually he is just too smart for his own good, but he is very sweet.

As the photo shows, dinner time includes the two of them always. If the food is not that interesting, Hank will retire to the living room to keep an eye on the outdoor activities always alerting us if something is a stir. Clyde on the other hand will stay glued to the kitchen until every morsel of food that could possibly fall on the floor or be handed to him is gone. Yes I know, I created the monster.

The funny
thing (to me anyway) about this photo is that Hank is on the table foot rest, not Clyde. I built the table a couple of years ago and traditionally it has been Clyde's perch during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Apparently this evening the provolone and buffalo burger was just too much for Hank. Needing to get closer to the source of her epicurean delight she push her way onto Clyde's perch, and yes it is a tight fit. Well, she received her bounty and after a full belly the food was gone and she went to recline on the couch to leave me with the dishes. Now Clyde always sticks behind to help me clean up. He is great at cleaning the floors.

So as I wrapped up the nightly rituals I realized how lucky I am to have been given these two characters that always remind me to not take things too serious. God has blessed my wife and I with two wonderful, food loving, bed hogging, face licking hound doggies that deserve more than I can give.

They were shelter dogs that by the grace of God have found a great home to spend their days growing old.

Be kind, God Bless.