Yes, he’s the size of a pony, but he’s still a puppy: 8 months old. Gotta say: least drooly mastiff I’ve ever run into. I’m pretty sure I’ve met Hank before, at night when no photography was possible. Which is a real shame, because when I met him he was like 8 weeks old and about eightteen inches long, with paws as big as his head.
This is less than a block from our apartment, so hopefully we get to see more of Hank.
The penultimate in pendulous flews!
I wanna try wrestling with this guy. I wouldn't mind losing.
He still has huge-mongous feet. Also the rest of him.
Thanks for posting my baby on your blog. I have enjoyed sending the link to all of my friends and family, they all love it!
Best, Hank’s Mum
Hank deserves it, he’s awesome!
Autumn was terribly jealous, hopefully she’ll run into Hank sometime too. 🙂