Harlow Doyle-Private Eye.

So that title may not be here nor there. If you’ve ever listened to Adventures in Odyssey, you can noodle on the similarities. If not, just disregard and allow me to introduce you to Harley. Who totally reminds of a bumbling, slightly slow, and very happy go lucky Harlow Doyle.

Harley is an enormous black lab who, thankfully, lives about a half mile away. Harley enjoys going on walks with us, water, swimming, water, Gladys, our house, water, swimming.

He’s a simple dog.

And he likes to hide underneath our porch because he loves us. (Up)

On Saturday morning, Mom and Dad got up and took Gladys on a walk. Naturally, Harley joined them. We have several large water holes along the road and Harley would cannon ball and swim as long as he had a captive audience. The moment he would turn his back, Mom and Dad would try to sneak away only to have a lumbering, sopping dog join them a minute later.

They tried to take him home twice but he was not interested. So he came back with them. Except this time, he wasn’t content to just hang out on the porch.

Due to an open fence, he found the pool.

*Cannon Ball!!!

Truly. Harley is very passionate about his entrance to water sports.

I’m not sure who first discovered that we had dog swimming in the water on top of the tarp that is on top of the pool. But there he was.I was slightly panicked. The dumb dog had no way to get out.

Harley was not panicked at all and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Dad and Wes would call him, he’d swim the other way. They’d go to his side of the pool and off he’d go.

He was not interested in the Black Forest Ham, but was very interested in poor Mr. Turtle who I fear, will never again tell temperature correctly.

When all seemed lost, Dad whipped out his cowboy skills. (My father is one of the most un-cowboyish people I know. I was pretty impressed.)After a few well aimed throws, he was captured.This was really funny to watch. Not sure if you can picture that.

Harley was dragged from the premise and the gate was shut.

Two minutes later. Kabloosh!

Harley had found a hole in the fence and was merrily swimming laps.

Above process was repeated.

Dad and Wes got out the hammer and nails and patched up the hole in the fence.

Three minutes later. We looked out the window and there he is, walking around the pool looking for the best place to jump in. Not even joking. He had pretty much charged through the fence and was ready for round three.

Wes coaxed him over, grabbed his collar and quicker than a flash, Harley backed out and swan dived into the pool leaving Wes rather surprised and with the collar in his hands.

Harley was then escorted home by father.

Talk of replacing the fence was the topic of choice Saturday morning.

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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11 Responses to Harlow Doyle-Private Eye.

  1. Brittney says:

    Oh I can so see that happening! The pictures say everything! GREAT post!

  2. Chad says:

    Harley sounds (and looks) a little like my parents dog, Gordy! Enjoyed the post!

  3. Jana says:

    Hilarious! Maybe Harley can teach Gladys how to swim 🙂

  4. A Stace says:

    Ok. I haven’t laughed that much in a loooong time. Great post. Love the posses trying to lasso the trespasser who won’t be deterred by a simple fence. Go Harley!

  5. Mel says:

    Awww…did you have to Kels? You made me cry. Moe is gone as of Monday, and seeing Harley, crazy, loveable, loyal dog that he is, reminded me of Moe.

  6. aw mel. sniff. i’m sorry. 😦 maybe you should go hug cody and tessa.

  7. dbowiniii says:

    Wait. Most ‘uncowboyish’? I’m a little offended. I have boots and live on a ranch. Have you seen my wife? She is the type that would only consider marrying a cowboy. Have you seen me in my Wranglers? Really. A little bothered.

    • U Dave says:

      Yup. First thing I thought of when I seen them red shorts was “there stands a cowboy that doesn’t feel that he has to pose in wranglers, boots and hat.” Them shorts? That’s how I can tell the real ones living on a ranch. Or ranchette.

  8. Whitney says:

    So funny! Guess he’s adopted you guys. 🙂

  9. Auntie A says:

    That is hilarious…this sounds like a great book character 🙂 Love the last picture too. I’m with Aunt Stacy…it was great to laugh!!

  10. U Dave says:

    Great post Kelsey!

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