Tank Hardy is a Bulldog of no club, stubborn in public and soft hearted in private, a proper comic boulder. On slow afternoons Tank Hardy holds quiet meetings with the leaning tree about leaf etiquette and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Pups passing the overgrown stadium rim sometimes wave to Tank Hardy out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Tank Hardy may not know the truth of the old world, but that never stops a good theory from becoming lunch talk.