Barked: Tue Jun 12, '07 11:46am PST |
 |  |  |  | When they brought me home, mommy took pictures of me to work (she was a teacher) and asked people what they thought my name should be. The common responses were Bear and Chewbaca or Chewy, for short. Mommy kinda of liked Chewbaca but said she didn't want to inspire a behavioral trait. Then, they went to an air show where she saw the name "Sirius" on an airplane and she really liked that name, but it just didn't really fit me, and I didn't like either. She also thought about Curtis Lowe (you know....from the Skynyrd song), but mommy said that's more of a hound dogs name. Then, one day she was in the yard taking me potty and she looked back at the front pourch of the house where Grace sat. Grace is Daddy's Harley Davidson Heritage Softail. She said, "Harley, that's it Harley". I barked. Daddy said, "that's perfect". Like Hershey, they didn't have to teach me my name, I liked it and have always answered to it. |  |  |  |  |
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