C's Blog

Tomorrow is our dog Harley's birthday. She turns six years old.

(Or at least it's the 6 year anniversary from when we adopted her from the St. Louis Humane Society. We don't know the exact birthday so we celebrate her adoption day.)

If you've ever met our dog, you probably know that she is a smarty. She knows about 15 different tricks.

She is our nurse when we're sick. She's been by our sides through fevers, sick stomachs, sore throats, and one tonsillectomy.

She's a clown, making us laugh when we're sad and greeting us with a big happy smile when we come home, when we go for walks, and when we make or eat any kind of food.

She's our baby girl and happily makes us a family of three. : )

So, here's to Harley... (aka "Harley Barley", "Barley", "Bars", "Har", "Scrubba-Doo", etc.)

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, Dear Harley,
Happy Birthday to you!!! : )

Click here for a search of Harley on my blog.

(As you can see, she's a subject that we love.)

Here are some additional photos of Harley:
               

Here are some additional moblog phtos of Harley:

That makes me sad.

I miss writing in my blog.

I've been "too busy". Which, really, is B.S. I should always make time for myself and my favorite tiny hobbies.

I will write more soon... I promise.

Now, I have to stop procrastinating and get some homework done for tomorrow.

Good Night. : )

p.s. There was a HUGE rainbow today... see my moblog.

Our dog, Harley, has made two new friends on her own. Which is very strange for our overly-protective chow-mix mutt.

She's made friends with two new doggies in our neighborhood and has invited them into our fenced back yard to play with her in the morning.

Why is this so strange? Because last year, our neighbor's dog came in our back yard to play with Harley and they did not play. They fought. Fought hard and mean.

We initially thought that these two new friends of Harley's were jumping our fence to join her, but upon observance this morning, they've found (or created - we're not sure) a hole in our fence.

It's becoming a regular occurance... Our neighbors know the owners, so I thought I'd take some photos this morning to share the proof with them: (The fourth dog, behind the fence, is our neighbor's dog, Hank. They like him a lot, too.)