Nicknames: Harwalley, Harley Charlie, Big Boy, bubby, little man
Birthday: August 21st 2003
Likes: I like the vet, baths, going bye-bye in the convertable.
Pet-Peeves: I don't like squeekey toys or the ice cream truck (Trucks aren't suppose to follow you singing.)
Favorite Toy: Sticks and mommy's old shoes
Favorite Food: Anything put in my mouth.
Favorite Walk: Around the neighborhood where I can see crabs and turtles and on the trails in Tennessee.
Best Tricks: I do all sorts of stuff. But the one that blows everyone's mind is that I do the conga.
Arrival Story: Mommy wanted to get my sister, Hershey, a little brother. Well, my grandpa's puppy, Prissey, was having puppies, and I was the biggest one in the litter. Mommy came up and picked me out before my eyes were even open. She would come and hold me every week. Then, when I was four weeks old, she came up and we were all laying under the big truck. She couldn't see me, and said, "where's my boy?" I got up and walked to her. She took me home that day. She took me early to get me started on shots and on good food so I'd be healthy. When we got home, she gave me a bath and brought Hershey out to meet me. She told Hershey they found me in the yard. I don't think she believed Mommy. At first Hershey just ignored me. Then, a few days later, she pierced my nose and my lip for looking at her and to prove she was boss. She's smaller than me now, but sissy is the boss.
Bio: Mommy says Im the sweetest baby there ever was. I love everybody. I go to the vet and everyone comes out to see me and say "hi". I have lots of friends there. When I need to wake mommy up for something, I wake her up by giving her kisses. I also love my sister, but would like to be the boss. I don't see that happening any time soon. I also love to go swimming. I may be part shepherd, but I don't like cows. My grandpa has cows at his place, and when I was little, we went up to to run and play. Sissy was chasing the cows. The baby cows saw me and started chasing me. I ran as hard as I could to the big truck and tried to get on top of it, but it was too high. Mommy came to my rescue. Now, I leave the cow chasing to Hershey.
Ten years ago I received a phone call that would change my life. He simply said, "The puppies are here." The next day, you picked me when I went to see. It's been a crazy 10 years, but I am forever grateful for you. I have often called you my Godsend, my biggest blessing. I love you, little man!! Happy Birthday!
Six years ago last night we brought you home. I had no idea then what change you would bring to my life. You are my partner and my protector.
I remember that day. You were sleeping under the truck and I went and asked, "Where's my boy?" You were asleep under the truck and stretched and then came out. You knew that I was talking to you. I picked you up and told you we were going home. First we had to make a stop. We took you to see the doctor to make sure you were all OK. He called you an alligator moose. Then we went home and gave you a bath.
Then you met Hershey. She came out and we told her that you needed a Mommy and a Daddy. She ignored you and was not happy but after a little while, she discovered she loved you too. Now, she loves to be around you.
I will always remember the day that my life changed. I will always remember the day you became my little boy.
It is hard to believe that you are six years old already! You are such an amazing soul and an amazing little boy! I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you do for me on a daily basis. You will never ever cease to amaze me. You have taken to your role as a SD like a duck to water, and I truly believe that God sent you to me. I hope you enjoyed your birthday dinner and your presents!