• John Zupancic

Meet the Mr. Bud

Hank: The most mysterious of our puppers. He is almost 4 years old but has the personality of a 12-year-old pup. There is only one thing he loves more than food and air conditioning and that his mama.

I adopted Hank from the Nashville Human Society in January of 2017. All the other dogs at the shelter were barking and jumping around in their pins. That wasn’t really Hank’s style. Hank of course was passed out asleep in the corner, completely unphased from all the commotion and didn’t even notice me at his door.

At that point in my life, I was a touring musician and living in an apartment in downtown Nashville. When I wasn’t on the road or playing on Broadway you could for sure find me sleeping or chilling on the couch. With this in mind, it was clear that Hank and I were on the same page and a perfect match.

Hank is my OG. He was with me before I found the rest of my Nashville family. We lived the bachelor life and now we are family men. I want to take some time to share a few of my favorite Hank moments:

1: While riding the elevator in my apartment, another dog attempted to jump on the elevator and bite Hank. Hank just sat there and stared at the dog. The next day, when we were walking back to my apartment, Hank stopped in the middle of the hallway and randomly hiked his leg and peed on a neighbors door. Sure enough, that ended up being the door of the dog who tried to attack Hank. So remember, Hank never forgets. He gets even.

2: I came home one day, to Hank sleeping on my countertop. He had jumped on the couch, walked across my kegerator (yes, I had a kegerator - I did say bachelor life), and hopped up on the counter.

I thought this might have been a one-time thing, but ohhhh no. Soon after that, I came home to the unfortunate smell of dog poop. Every dog owner knows that smell and how your stomach drops when you open the door to find it. I looked everywhere, but could not find the crime scene. Later on, while I was messing around in the kitchen I stumbled upon it. Hank had spent more time on the kitchen counter, but this time he wasn’t sleeping :(. In true Hank fashion, he made sure I knew he was not happy with me leaving.

3: Finally, Hank is also the laziest dog you will ever meet. I’m talking so lazy that he would probably start growing moss on him if we didn’t force him to move throughout the day. So lazy that he sleeps with his head in his food bowl. We try to keep him active, though. Alex and I used to take Hank and our other dog Moose to the lake to swim.

I bought them both life jackets and got him out there in the water. For the first 10 or so minutes, Hank was absolutely not a fan. He was uncomfortable, kicking and scratching us trying to figure out how to maneuver in the water. After those 10 minutes, Hank figured out how the life jacket worked, quit kicking, and just floated. He literally just quit. Hank was now leisurely floating in the lake - no exercise, no effort.

No matter how lazy he is or the fact that he loves Alex more than me, he’s still my Mr. Bud. He’s the old man of the house, and he tries to keep the rest in line. If you ever get the chance to meet Hank, the way to his heart is through food - preferably meat - won’t eat carbs. He’s the goodest boi.