Hank Chao is so totally disgusted with you. He can't even look at you. GOD.
Have a great weekend, y'all! I am off to Seattle for fun design camp activities. But first: the poll we did earlier this week has exceeded 500 votes, so: Vince Chao. Juggling*. On video. Celebration time, come on.
*I mean, "juggling."
Photo: Ben Corda
This is basically my favorite picture that has ever happened: my child driving a kayak, with Hank following along behind her like a bodyguard. (And the tennis ball. Never forget the tennis ball.)
In camp news, if you have written me about the Austin intern position and I haven't responded, it is not because I don't love you -- it is because I am on vacation and am kind of distracted by things like the above. I will be in contact next week! Please be patient with me during this difficult time.
OK, now I have to go cut a three year-old's hair in the bar. Don't ask; just accept it.
Hank overcame his fear of the water today with the help of a Lab friend he made, and a frisbee. And now he is so tired he cannot even stand up.
Have y'all heard of The Urban Animal Scientist? I hadn't either, until I saw it on awesome Design Crush's blog last week, and now I am in love. I feel that it is a quality dog product, and y'all, I have been through some dog products. Hank Chao has the jaws of a Rottweiler and the tenacity of a Lab (fitting, since he is both). Hank Chao has never met a Nylabone he couldn't destroy in seconds flat. Hank Chao, my friends, eats rocks for fun.
Don't be trying to look so innocent, buddy. I saw what you did to ALL OF MY FLIP-FLOPS.
Anyway, although Hank is a brute, that doesn't mean he isn't stylish. And that is where these cute animal scientists come in. Check out the collar that I'm getting him:
Indian silk? Military grade nylon webbing? Heavy duty thread? I am in.
They also have doggie shampoo.
Listen to this:
The aroma of a lush herb garden ready for harvest! Wash 1 is a potent yet soothing union of fresh basil, sage, and tomato leaf.
Oh, you want me to wash my dog in that? My dog, who most often smells like a combination of the river and a dead nutria rat? BRING IT ON.
In sum, Hank Chao is about to be spoiled-er. He may eat rocks, but he'll be the most stylish rock-eatin' dog I know.
Today is Hank Chao's one-year anniversary of officially joining our family. It's been quite a year for Hank: he attended obedience school, earning the award of Most Improved Student (hee); ate a lot of socks and furniture legs and sticks and bones; nearly stole the show in our family Christmas card; went on several hundred car rides to Sonic; learned to balance just about anything on his head; made best frenemies with the cat Senator; amassed an enviable collection of colorful bandannas; and provided us with more laughs than we've ever had.
Good work, Hankers. May you entertain/exasperate us for years to come.
Just a few minutes ago, as we were sitting on the patio waiting for our July 4th ribs to cook, this arrived in our driveway.
One had taken the car to be washed, and the other was just along for the ride. You decide which is which.
Stay tuned for some exciting things ahead, lovers. The excitement at our house is over, and now the real work begins.