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| ...should've called this, "Harley & Me" |
Her name is Harley, and she's been living in my house now for four years!
Four years! That's 1,460 days! Holy smokes!
Harley is just the best doggy in the whole wide world! I love it so much when I come home to find that she's been all curled up on the couch, getting my spot all covered in little white hairs. That's how I know she loves me back - my spot on the couch is always warm, slightly furry, and there's usually a wet spot on the cushion from where Harley was licking her paws uncontrollably. If I'm really lucky, I won't notice and I'll get some of that hair on my clothes too. Man, she's so awesome!
Harley is a pretty good eater too! Wow, she can pack back whatever food gets put in her dish, plus she's always willing to do her part to help eat whatever leftover food is on my plate. And, uh-oh, a couples times she's even finished my dinner for me when I wasn't looking because she must've thought I didn't like it and wanted to help out and make me proud of her. Awww shucks, it's not like I really want to enjoy that food I spent my hard earned money on anyway.
We also have a cat named Ozma. I'm sure you've seen pictures of her before. Ozma doesn't really like Harley, and honestly, I don't know why. I guess the cat is just kind of a mean ol' bitch. Whenever Harley sees Ozma, she runs up to her REALLY fast, and gets right in her face because she wants to be as close to the cat as possible. She just wants to be her friend so badly! And then Ozma gets scared like a little wussy and backs up with her claws out. That's horrible. How dare she try and do that? I mean, it's not like she should ever feel as though she has to defend herself around Harley. Sure, Harley is about 6x the size of the cat, but c'mon - SHE JUST WANTS SO BAD TO BE HER FRIEND! Silly cat.
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| just look at how straight up dangerous and menacing this little bitch of a cat is... she's so mean. |
One of my very favorite things about Harley is her tremendous singing voice. All of my neighbors are extremely fortunate to be able to hear Harley serenade them from out in our backyard, usually later in the evening when they've already gotten in bed. It must be like being lulled to sleep by a caring mother. In the key of H.
She's also a pretty talented dancer. No shit! If you ever come to my house for a visit, don't worry, you'll be treated to her fancy footwork as soon as you come in the door. In fact, she'll dance AND sing for you at the same time - doing circles around you, and engaging in an energetic game of patty-cake with your pants. Your legs and pants should be so lucky.
Did I mention how she gets up on the couch and leaves it covered in her little white hairs? I did? Okay, but I probably didn't explain about how that's just her artistic prowess. Yes, the whole house is her canvas and at any time you might see her designs on the couch, the floor, the stairs....
Oh, and Harley isn't allowed in the Fan Cave for some strange reason. That's a mother fucking travesty. She should spend as much time as possible down there, peeing on the carpet, chewing up my favorite Bruins hats, and eating cat poop out of the litter box. Yes, that's another way Harley helps out around the house. She eats the fucking poop out of the litter box. And then she tries to give me a loving kiss on the cheek.
God, I LOVE THIS DOG SO MUCH!
I also really enjoy giving her doggy treats. Especially when she's in the backyard and it's time for her to come inside because I have to leave for a little while and (unfortunately) can't bring her with me. I'll call out to her, "Harley... it's time to come inside! Come on, my perfect little angel! Inside!"
And then I'll wait a little bit. Nothing.
So I call her again. And again. And then a few more times, mostly because I love hearing the sound of her name. Then I decide to bribe her in with a treat, because let's face it - the best way to get a dog to do what we want is to reward them for not doing it in the first place with a tasty little snack. SUCCESS! And in the process I've reinforced the behavior that she shouldn't listen to anyone at all unless a tasty snack is involved, which is a great lesson for her if she ever wants to get anywhere in this cold, cruel world.
I can't express enough the happiness that courses through me just for being able to share the air I breathe with Harley; my best puppy pal.
Also, she can be quite the trickster. In the early, early mornings when I'm having a shower, Harley will lay at the top of the stairs and wait for me. As I leave the bathroom in the dark, she nearly trips me and almost sends me falling down the whole flight of stairs. This game, not quite unlike "hide n' seek", is played at least three times a week and I never know for sure which day she'll play it. I just love nearly falling down the stairs and breaking every bone in my body, don't you?
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| Just look at all the love in this picture! |
Seven or eight years.
2,555 or 2,920 more days.
Well, if there's one thing I've learned from all of my quality time with Harley, it's that you don't dwell on the negative things people may say or think. That's why I go out of my way to talk about all the wonderful things Harley does all the time. I just love sharing my feelings about her.
She's a special kind of dog, and I'm truly very, very, very, very, extremely, very, ultra-super-very, very lucky to have her in my life! I can't say it enough: I LOVE THIS DOG!!!!!!
- ryan
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