Oh, I forgot to mention...Hank is also a full blown junkie. Say WHA??? That's right folks, completely, debilitatingly addicted to 'the shock'. In between pacing, he puts his nose to every possible object from which there is even the most remote chance he might receive a shock. Everything. Seriously. Pet his back, it's like an automatic reaction...his neck cranes as his nose seeks out your hand lest the electricity generated by that pet go to waste. Unless he's asleep, he cannot lay still for 2 minutes for fear (or so I presume) of missing out on some sweet shocky action. The dude is certifiable. I'd commit the poor boy but I have to admit, it's fun to watch. Plus my boys would likely rather be rid of me than Hank...which, I suppose, is the whole point of this pet thing.

Maybe one day I'll try to adequately describe his eating ritual. If what I've told you about Hank to this point has you thinking "yeah, that dog's a bit cooky"...well, just you wait. Eating time with Hank takes it to an entirely new level of loco. 

Cheers.