This is about Harley. He is our two year old (three in April or so) who came to live with us after being abandoned as a puppy, and grew, and grew, and grew. Harley is a 200+ lb. St. Bernard with a large pit bull mix brother who he can't play with (because he'll kill him) and a medium-large white and black spotted sister who does play with him, but also plays with the other dog.
Today Harley thought he had found a new playmate. He came running around from behind our old mobile homes all excited, opened his mouth and dropped a mouse on the ground. Then Harley proceeded to bounce back and forth in a playful manner while the terrified mouse ran first one way and then another. Then... so sad... one of his big front paws came down... splat!... on the mouse. And friend mouse played no more.
Harley was quite stunned, and soooooo sad. He sniffed the mouse all over, then sadly walked away, looking back a couple of times with a confused and sorrowful expression. As he sniffed his way around the yard, he kept looking back at the scene of the accident. And before coming back inside, he stopped one more time to look at the mouse, and pay his respects, sort of.
Times like these, I wish we had adopted Rosebud, a distant half-sister of Chelsea, who hung around every day when our house was being built. Then everyone could have a playmate all the time.
(FOUR DOGS??? What am I thinking???)
Today Harley thought he had found a new playmate. He came running around from behind our old mobile homes all excited, opened his mouth and dropped a mouse on the ground. Then Harley proceeded to bounce back and forth in a playful manner while the terrified mouse ran first one way and then another. Then... so sad... one of his big front paws came down... splat!... on the mouse. And friend mouse played no more.
Harley was quite stunned, and soooooo sad. He sniffed the mouse all over, then sadly walked away, looking back a couple of times with a confused and sorrowful expression. As he sniffed his way around the yard, he kept looking back at the scene of the accident. And before coming back inside, he stopped one more time to look at the mouse, and pay his respects, sort of.
Times like these, I wish we had adopted Rosebud, a distant half-sister of Chelsea, who hung around every day when our house was being built. Then everyone could have a playmate all the time.
(FOUR DOGS??? What am I thinking???)
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