I fear I may bore you with another tale of Harley. But this morning really was just too rich not to share.
I do enjoy having Harley along. He’s big. He’s cute. He’s a nut.
He’s also a bit stubborn. And by taking him, you’re walk might be a mile longer than you planned on it being.
So as I walk by his house I’m never sure if I really want him to come with us. Dad and I walked by once and determined to never look in his direction thinking that maybe if we pretended that he wasn’t there, he would assume that we weren’t there either.
Strangely enough, it worked. Hasn’t since then.
This is what I see every time I approach.
We quietly walk by, with Glad looking eagerly in his direction. And that’s that. Over he bounds.
So off we trot. Harley is perfectly happy to lead the charge, bumble faithfully along behind, walk right in step with you, and go off on various adventures, always returning with the, ‘ah! There you are!’
And then the problem arises. Taking him home. I’ll be fine once we get our fence repaired (as in new fence), but right now I do not want to deal with trying to get the dumb dog out of the pool by myself.
I walk with him til I can see his street. Then Glad and I stand stoically on the side of the road and firmly tell him to go home.
The first time it worked. The second time it sorta worked. Today? Epic fail.
I stood stoically and he gave his, ‘really?’ face.
Glad and I tiptoed down a hill, up a hill, and down the next one, every so often looking over our shoulder. Cause this is what you dread.
Yes, this happened twice today. I was not stoic enough.
Hoping the third time would be the charm, I walked him all the way to his home.
And sternly told him to stay.
I searched around for something to tie him to and came up with this.
I’d love to know what his owners think.
Quite the morning venture.
By the way, that’s Rambo in the background. According to John, the owner, Harley just vaults the fence. And yes, John has never seen a dog that like wahter as much Harley does.