Hank and Drover are just beginning an investigation when a pirate suddenly appears on the front porch! They soon realize that the pirate is just Little Alfred in disguise. Alfred chooses Hank as his first mate, and Hank enthusiastically agrees to be hoisted up into the tree-house pirate ship...then remembers dogs donít belong in trees! Can Hank survive his adventure on the high seas and return to shore in one piece?
An unearthly being has burrowed in Sally Mayís vegetable garden. Hank tries to dig the space monster robot out of its hole. But when Sally May catches Hank in the ruined garden she blames him. Ashamed, Hank hits the road. Beginning his exile he runs into his old friend, Madame Moonshine. Will she help Hank clear his good name?
Itís winter in the Texas Panhandle, and the ranch is covered in snow and ice. Hank decides to follow Pete the Barncatís advice and bravely escorts Sally Mayís car down
the slick road. Before Hank realizes whatís happening, Sally Mayís car skids into a snowdrift--and she is angrier than ever! And who does she blame but Hank! Is this just another stroke of bad luck for poor old Hank--or is it a malicious plot laid by his arch nemesis, Pete?
Itís Hankís job to clear the ranch of all intruders--and that includes gophers. But when Hankís efforts causes a stampede in the middle of the cattle roundup, Loper decides that he wants Hank to learn some manners, so heís sending him to--gulp!--Obedience School. To Hank, this sounds like torture, complete with dank dungeons, torches burning on the walls, and menacing instructors who wield etiquette like weapons. Will he survive?
When Hank hears a rumor that the sky is going to fall from the ranchís resident rooster, he is naturally a bit skeptical. But then a report from Pete the Barncat and a strange dream seem to support the theory, and Hank realizes that heíd better take the threat seriously. So Hank decides that heíll do whatever it takes to prevent the sky from falling on his beloved ranch. Even if it means getting into trouble with Sally May (again)...
Someone has been stealing feed out of the feed shed, and Hank knows that itís his job to do whatever he can to help nab the culprit. Slim sets a live-animal trap in the shed, and Hank checks it in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, the trap is a little trickier than Hank anticipated, and in the process of his investigation Hank manages to get himself...well...trapped. Can Hank find a way out of this sticky situation?
Hank runs into a dispute with a giant bullfrog over the Emerald Pond. Then, thereís a battle with a...Monster. Itís too scary to tell what kind of monster it is! However, things get really tough when Hank is entrusted with the job of guarding Little Alfredís soon-to-be prize winning chicks. Theyíre cute, but they also look delicious! Will Hank be able to put aside his doggie instincts or will his appetite finally get the best of him?
Sally May takes the family on a vacation, but thereís never a dull moment on the ranch. Hank learns about a tool thief on the loose who uses a monkey to help him do his dirty work. And before long, Hank finds himself face-to-face with the pilfering primate! Can Hank catch the criminals, or will the crooks make a monkey out of him?
Hank the Cowdog is about to go on the ride of his life! When Slimís pickup truck breaks down, the ranch ends up with a brand-new model on loan while the old one gets fixed. But a ranchdog like Hank isnít used to power windows and door locks, and he gets into a heap of trouble with the push of a button. Will Hank be able to find a way out of this latest mess?
This is no ordinary, run-of-the-mill ranch intrigue. No sir, this is a real, honest-to-goodness archaeological adventure! When an old friend of Slimís starts an archaeological dig near the ranch, it doesnít take long before little Alfred gets caught up in the excitement. And once Alfred manages to get himself invited to the dig, it isnít long before Hank follows. Hank finds
himself face-to-face with the most ancient of bones--a huge bison bone that Hank just knows has been aged to delicious perfection. Hank should be protecting the bone, but can he keep his doggie instincts at bay and uphold
his position? Will the most ancient of bones get the best of Hank?