Hank Jr.

K.Z and I have started reading the "Hank the Cowdog" series and we are loving it. For those of you unfamiliar with "Hank", he in the author's words,

"leads a motley crew of West Texas ranch characters through a series of hilarious adventures. When he's not patrolling the ranch, he spends his time soaking in Emerald Pond (the septic tank) or sleeping on his gunny sack bed under the gas tank."

Sounds just right up every boy's alley. To say Hank has an aroma would probably be an understatement. Tonight as we were reading about Hank's adventures as "the head of ranch security" we were accosted by an aroma of our own from Gromit, our own small, "head of house security", who was fast asleep on the couch and quite unaware of his, shall we say, faux paux.

As we are well trained to handle every situation with poise and grace we did what any polite team would do, we wrinkled our noses, said... "EWWW!" and cracked up laughing. At bedtime K.Z. said his prayers in his usual gentlemanly fashion and ended it with, "Please Lord make Gromit stop farting."

And the people said, "AMEN!"