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Age: 18 Years   Sex: Male

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   Leave a bone for Harley

June 19th 1998

Harley loves treats, snuggling under blankets, car rides, playing fetch, kisses, when his bunny squeeks, stealing food, chasing rabbits and squirrels out of the yard, sitting in your spot after you get up from the couch, playing "I'm gonna get you"

When people leave, interupted naps, not being fed proptly at 7pm, camera flashes, wet grass, the doorbell, and seeing suitcases at the front door (he thinks we're gonna leave him behind)

Favorite Toy:
His floppy bunny, stuffed bone, and Scooby Doo doll

Favorite Food:
What he gets is Science Diet, but what he would like, is anything that people are eating, except lettuce, he spits that out.

Favorite Walk:
To the car, to the mailbox, and the one mile benefit walk we do every year for the local Humane Society

Best Tricks:
Beg, shake, hold the treat on the nose, wanna belly rub (he rolls to his side and raises up his front legs, there by creating easy acsess to his belly), high five, stay, standing straight up on his back legs and spinning, and lay down

Arrival Story:
Harley had green eys when he was a puppy, which made him stand out from the other Chis he was with the first time I saw him. I picked him up and loved on him a bit and then put him back down. I really wasn't in the market for a dog, I was just there to visit. Growing up I had never been aloud to have a dog, because my whole family is afraid of animals. But somehow I ended up loving them and would take any opportunity to interact with them. When I walked away from him that day I turned around and looked back at him and he was leaning over trying to see where I was going. I went back several times to visit him and he did it every time I left. It broke my heart. The last time I went to visit, I decided that he was going to come home with me.

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A Day in the Life of Harley

A Fun Game

October 24th 2007 3:35 am
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So, I have this really fun game I play with my mommy. You see, every night before she goes to bed, she straightens up the throw pillows on the couches. And then the next day I go around and flatten them all! Hahaha! Isn't that funny? All I have to do is get up on the back of the couch, and then I slide down feet first onto the top of the pillow, and bam! It's flat! And then I curl up on it and take a nap. I do this to all of them, every day, hehe. I say, why sleep on just the couch, when you can sleep on a pillow on the couch.

Catch ya later, pups!


The Trouble With Barking

October 21st 2007 12:49 pm
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I wanted to discuss with my pup pals something that's been bothering me for quite some time. Maybe some of you are going through the same thing. There is something that I just don't understand. You see, my mom wants me to be a strong, confident guy, yet when I try to speak my mind, she just gets upset. Like for instance, sometimes she leaves the house without taking me with her. This hurts my feelings, and I tell her so, but she always tells me that I need to stop barking. I'm just trying to tell her how I feel. Here are some other situations that I would like to clear up incase mom is reading this:

* If I bark when I hear a noise, I'm just trying to let you know that you can count on me to stay on guard and hear things that you might not hear.
* If I bark when I see a bunny or squirrel out the window, in MY yard, I'm just reminding them that I 've got my eye on them, and to not get to comfortable cause this yard is taken already. They need to know that just because I'm inside doesn't mean I'm not still scaning the area.
* If I bark when the door bell rings or someone knocks, I'm just trying to let you know, incase you didn't hear it. And I'm, also, letting the visitor know that I'm watching them incase they are thinking of trying any funny business.
*If I bark when a big dog approaches you, I'm just letting them know that, though, I may be small, I can still make a lot of noise and draw attention to the situation if he tries to pull something.

I hope this clears up some things so that my mom can better understand me. I mean, is it so wrong to want to speak my mind and protect what's mine - my home and my mom? I hope this helps some of you out there. If you are having the same problem, you can let your family read this, if you want.


When Harley Came Home

October 14th 2007 2:10 pm
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When Harley arrived at his new home, he met his new feline sister, Abbey. I was worried about how she would react to him, especially because he was such a tiny boy. He took to her right away and wanted to play, but she wasn't much for playing. She was more of a lounger, and though he tried hard, she just wasn't having it. A year later, I brought home a ten day old kitten that had been abandoned and needed to be bottle fed. As inergetic as Harley was, he was very gentle with this new baby. I had planned to find a home for it after I got it on regular food, but by then he had become a part of our family. I named him Freddy, and he became Harley's best friend. They loved to play together. They would play chase and hide behind things and jump out at each other. It was really funny to watch. I think Freddy grew up thinking he was a dog like his brother, Harley. All three of them slept with me, Freddy in my arms, Harley under the covers up against me, and Abbey at my feet. We were a happy little family. Four years later, I got married, and my husband is allergic to cats. Sadly, Abbey and Freddy had to leave us, but a friend of mine took both of them to live with her and her family. It was quite an adjustment, but here we are 4 years later, and we're doing great. And Harley, at nine years old, still acts as young as a pup.

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