Hank

His name is Hank and his master is the drive-thru taker at Chik-Fil-A, where the action only lags on Sundays, here, when it is closed in deference to the local churches, which might be nearly empty if the place were open, such is the popularity of the fast-food emporium. But back to Hank, who always waits near the door for his master to return, when it is time for him to return, that is, because Hank has a clock's sense of time, as do many dogs, though we don’t know that, because dogs are good at keeping some things secret. Anyway, tonight, Hank is getting a bit nervous, because his master, whom he only knows as Ed, is late, again, for the fourth straight night. Hank will keep his calm by going to Ed’s closet and foraging for a used sock with a good scent. Having found such a security item, Hank will curl up with it and wait, like the good dog that he is. Ed is 43 and single. His favorite food is pizza. (Hank does know these things.)