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Here in New England: Hank, a Well-Traveled Dog

Here in New England: Hank, a Well-Traveled Dog
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“Our hearts soared,” Marianne says. “We knew he was alive.” Strangers searched hiking trails. People taped Hank’s photo to refrigerators. One phone call came from a man who simply said, “I see you found my dog.” He had seen the poster with Hank’s face and the words: “Help! I’m lost and want to go home!” and thought the Woods were trying to find his owner. Marianne believed that he was Hank’s owner when he asked, “Does his left leg still quiver?'” She asked why Hank was so thin, why his leg had never been fixed, why the man had never notified authorities that his dog was lost. Yet from Hank’s temperament, she also knew he had apparently been loved. If they ever found Hank, she thought, the family would have a hard decision.After four weeks, Richard Wood concluded that they would never see Hank again. “I lost confidence that our description of Hank was helping. We were getting calls from people about dogs that in no way could have been Hank. People wanted it to be Hank. But how brown is brown? How big is big? But there wasn’t a lot of future in telling Marianne to give up hope. I could see she was willing to go on for a long time.” The Chesterfield, New Hampshire, police called. They had picked up a dog that matched Hank’s description. But when Marianne looked into the police car, she began to sob. It was not Hank. In late August, the Woods left Northfield to go to a family reunion in New York State. Marianne did not want to go; she had to be there for Hank. But Richard assured her that there were many friends who would keep looking.

This brings us to a sun-splashed day, August 28, 2006, and three intrepid teenage girls. Two of them, Emily Jacke and Rebecca Young, were about to begin their junior year at Northfield Mount Hermon; the third was their friend, Sara Voorhis. They had spent the night before at a sleepover, spinning tales of ghosts, spirits, “all things creepy,” as they’d say later. Emily and Rebecca told Sara they’d show her a secret place at their school where spirits lived, a ravine so gloomy and filled with tangled branches and ruins of long-ago structures that few ventured in.

Emily’s father waited in his pickup beside a now-empty dormitory while the girls quickly scrambled out of sight. They picked their way across a stream, descending ever deeper into the woods. They dropped stones in abandoned foundations, listening to the ping when they reached a watery bottom. Suddenly, a noise startled them. “Loud enough to make us jump,” Sara says. “It was a metallic sound, like a thunder board. Like metal crumpling up.” They were alone, they had no cell phone reception — all they had for protection was Sara’s pocketknife, which she opened. They should have run out of the ravine. They know that. Sara implored them to see what it was. Nervous and cautious, they moved toward the noise. “We were all jumpy,” Emily says. “There was a feeling there was something there. A surrounding presence. Spooky.”

They came upon the deep, wide foundation of what they later learned was once a water-collection cistern for the school. They looked down to where the noise kept reverberating. “It’s a dog,” Rebecca gasped. But not a dog like any of them had ever seen. This dog’s ribs poked out. Its paws were ripped and bloody. Its fur was so matted and tangled, it looked more like a phantom than a dog. It frantically climbed a metal beam that reached from the ground to a few feet short of the top, and scrambled up, only to fall down. All around the wall, the dog had left bloody, desperate footprints as it clawed for a foothold. It made no sound except for a thin whine. Amazingly, it wagged its tail. Sara says, “He seemed like he was smiling at us.”

Again, the girls would later admit that what they did may have been foolish. Rabid animals do live in the woods. Scared animals can be dangerous and unpredictable. But that was later reflection. Sara lowered herself onto the beam and slowly backed the dog down to the ground. Then, from behind, she urged him up again, lifting him the final few feet into the arms of her friends. Sara fashioned a leash from her belt, and even though the dog was so weak he kept falling over, he pulled her up the hill, across the stream, onto the lush grass where he rolled and rolled, as the girls shrieked, “We found a dog!”

The call reached the Woods from campus security. A dog was found only 100 yards from their house, in a ravine the family did not know existed. The tag matched Hank’s. He had been gone 48 days, no doubt toppling into the hole in the darkness, in his terror of a thunderstorm, kept alive, the vet later surmised, by eating moss and dirt. He had lost more than 20 pounds.

For days, Hank would not let Marianne out of his sight. He slowly regained his weight and strength. Marianne drove him around the county, thanking all the people who had helped search. She called the dog’s previous owner and said, “We’ve decided that Hank belongs to us.” Driving home after they found Hank, the girls all had the same thought: “Something big just happened here.” Something they will always remember about a day when they wandered to a gloomy ravine and found a dog who will surely travel farther than they can imagine, all the way from that deep, water-logged hole, bounding up and over the stream, bounding into the sunlight, bounding back home, traveling all the way into legend.

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Mel Allen

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Mel Allen

Biography:

Mel is the fifth editor of Yankee Magazine since its beginning in 1935. His career at Yankee spans more than three decades, during which he has edited and written for every section of the magazine, including home, food, and travel. In his pursuit of stories, he has raced a sled dog team, crawled into the dens of black bears, fished with the legendary Ted Williams, picked potatoes in Aroostook County, and stood beneath a battleship before it was launched. Mel teaches magazine writing at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst and is author of A Coach’s Letter to His Son. His column, “Here in New England,” is a 2012 National City and Regional Magazine Awards Finalist for the category Column.
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5 Responses to Here in New England: Hank, a Well-Traveled Dog

  1. Kelly Ramirez May 9, 2011 at 9:27 pm #

    I read this story when it first came out in the magazine and was amased by the story but also how much Hank in the story looked like our Hank, Ours is a beloved member of our family as I’m sure Hank in the story is. Dogs are such precious parts of our families and lives. Thank you for this wonderful story!!!!!

  2. Donna Anderson March 27, 2012 at 6:12 pm #

    I, too, read Hank’s story in Yankee Magazine. It was special then; it is special now. Thank you for sharing it.

  3. jo squire March 27, 2012 at 6:56 pm #

    Such a wonderful heart warming story. Thank you so much for letting
    everyone enjoy it.

    Jo

  4. Jeanne Fournier October 28, 2014 at 7:48 am #

    Please tell me that Hank Dog made it back home somehow! I have a sweet yellow lab and so my
    heart is with you and Hank. Jeanne

  5. Clare Roos December 11, 2014 at 8:50 am #

    Thank you for a very well-written and heart-warming story. We have always been dog lovers and through the years we’ve become convinced that God created them to be our soul partners exhibiting unconditional love! Now I have my own subscription to Yankee Magazine and gave one also to my brother who still lives in Massachusetts!

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