Harley


American Pit Bull Terrier
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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Har Har, H, H boy, Barley Butt, Har Bar

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Likes:
butt scratches and scooby snax

Pet-Peeves:
doesn't like to be touched with feet, gets upset if anyone yells or gets too excited around him

Favorite Food:
Prairie/Merrick canned mixture with special additives (Chicken,London Broil)

Favorite Walk:
fort funston; he wouldn't even allow the water to touch his toes for the first 6 years I had him, then he became a swimming maniac!

Arrival Story:
He is one of my earliest rescues and it amazes me how he survived with his spirit intact. He was used as a fighting dog, until the one day he lost a bout and was shot in the head and chest by his owner and thrown down an embankment. One of the Animal Control Officers who was following through on reports of a fight found him still alive and brought him to the vet hospital I was working at. We decided to give him a chance and he has never once made me regret that choice. Harley is the perfect example of those characteristics that so endear this breed to me.

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more to follow

The Groups I'm In:
****Staffies & Bullie breeds forever****

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 19th 2004 More than 10 years!

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Dogster Id:
30566


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Always a Gentleman...


April 15th 2009 7:01 pm
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Harley's health had deteriorated rapidly over the past six months, but that was to be expected considering his ripe ol' age of 15 years. Suddenly he was not the muscular fat head that I had rearranged much of my life in order to accomodate his issues. He was my "senior guy", "my old boy". He would no longer strut out to the yard. Instead, he developed this 'Bambi On Ice' routine where he would try to gallop, but his legs were not cooperating. Each and every day he would make this trek to the backyard with his tail wagging and his legs flying in directions that seemed physically impossible. My once stoic soldier became a grumpy old fart. His appetite was never affected though and he routinely chowed down like a Champion. Until a couple of weeks ago.....
There was no tail wagging nor high steppin' gait. He could barely keep his balance and he lay down completely once he was in the yard. My boy was dying and I was so unprepared for him to leave me. I carried him back to his bed and laid beside him. When I awoke that morning, Harley appeared to be in a stronger state, but that quick assessment on my part was very short-lived when he made no effort to try to stand. He let out a heart-wrenching cry as I pulled him to my lap where he gently laid down his head and died.
Harley was my gentle soul, my hero and my protector. He was such an intricate part of my life for so long that I feel a loss beyond compare.

 
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