tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84630062011-04-21T19:11:38.926-07:00The exciting daily adventures of Mr. Hank and his partner in crime, Kazu.mr. hankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527303850880913967noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463006.post-1121841258798328542005-07-19T23:24:00.000-07:002005-07-19T23:34:18.803-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/575/1600/DCP_2043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3461/575/320/DCP_2043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've been working quite a bit of overtime recently. Lots of TPS reports to file and many investigations to begin. I have been noticing a suspicious tabby prowling around the streets and it is my duty to find him and give him a warning. He must not be aware of our recent amendment which states, "felines may not travel within a distance of 200 yards of the chief's primary residence."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463006-112184125879832854?l=mrhank.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr. hankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527303850880913967noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463006.post-1096154155298457622004-09-25T16:14:00.000-07:002004-09-25T16:15:55.300-07:00Just me again. I'm getting hungry and my mother has not yet returned home. I am starting to wonder if I should do some investigation work underneath the cushion I'm sitting on. No cats to report on yet today. I think Bill is on vacation.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463006-109615415529845762?l=mrhank.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr. hankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527303850880913967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463006.post-1096149060833132892004-09-25T14:48:00.000-07:002005-07-19T23:39:27.643-07:00Itz mee, <a href="http://misskazu.blogspot.com/">Kazu</a>. I was wundering if you wanted to go owtside and play today. I thinck i herd a skwirral teasing you and telling you that you wur a big fat bullie. I thinck we shuld go owt there and show him whoze the boss. Let me no if you want to or not.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463006-109614906083313289?l=mrhank.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>miss kazunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463006.post-1096072451289438542004-09-24T17:27:00.000-07:002004-09-24T17:34:11.290-07:00A deep and heartfelt welcome to you. My name is Hankford Willoughby Rickard and I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I might take a moment to present to you a short introduction into who I am. Like I mentioned before, my name is Hankford, but my friends and family warmly refer to me as "Hank." I allow only my mother and father, and sometimes sister, to call me more personal names, some of which include "Hanky Boy," "Hanky Panky," and others which I will leave a mystery. I am 4-and-a-half years old and I am one of the largest weimaraners in town. I am a distinguished gentleman who loves to take long walks on the beach, snuggle in blankies near the fire, and after a long day of hunting, I like to relax with my pipe. Well, I must depart now, as my dinnertime is approaching quickly! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463006-109607245128943854?l=mrhank.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr. hankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527303850880913967noreply@blogger.com2