Harley is the best dog! Not only is he a Sheriff Dog, he is also a Therapy Dog and he has the best manners in the world, is the most obedient dog, and is the sweetest thing ever to get fur all over my pillow. If you tell Harley to sit, no matter what he is doing, he sits. If you tell him to stay, he stays (not so much for me, but for everyone else in the world. I am a softie and he knows it!) Harley is here for a few days while his family is out of town. We all love to have him here.
Rick and Harley are "snack buddies" and both like the same exact spot on the couch. When Rick comes home, he walks into the kitchen and gives Harley a cookie (a dog biscuit), and Harley is waiting for him, right smack dab in the middle of the kitchen floor. When Rick goes to the fridge for a snack, he also gets one for Harley. When I get an ice cube from the freezer door, Harley gets two as well. When Rick is cutting a steak, Harley gets his share, when Rick is making hamburgers, Harley gets a big bite. Do you see a pattern here? Harley is 90 pounds of love when he comes over and about 93 pounds of love when he leaves. If Rick sits in "Harley's" spot on the couch, he gives Rick the saddest eyes he has until Rick either relents or just moves over. If Rick gets up from the couch, Harley jumps right up to his spot and Rick is out of luck when he comes back. Harley has even raced Rick to the couch for that spot.
When Harley comes inside, he barrels in like he was shot from a cannon. He grabs a stuffed toy and whines while running thru the house being so happy to be inside. We have learned to move to the side of the door when we open it for him, and well this morning I was letting him back inside and apparently did not hobble to the side fast enough because Harley ran in the house and proceeded to run and landed right on my sore right foot. He did not know, he did not mean it, it was not on purpose, but man oh man did that hurt! Still does hours later!
Above I said that Harley is the most well behaved dog because of his training and I also said that he does not listen to me, as he knows I am a big ole softy. Harley went to work every day as a Sheriff Dog and followed all the rules. He is also a Therapy Dog that will let kids roll all over him and never gets annoyed, EVER! The first night Harley stayed with us, he slept on the floor of Nathan's room on a big dog bed and by the morning, he was on Nathan's bed. When he comes over, he no longer brings his own bed, he has Nathan's with the "Harley Davidson" sheets waiting for him. A few visits ago, Harley would come into our room and would sleep on my side of the bed, never even making a move to get on our bed. Well one cold morning he looked at me with those sad, pitiful eyes and I patted the bed and without even blinking he was on the foot of the bed. No biggie, he was keeping my feet warm and we have a king size bed. The next morning, I woke up to Harley snoring on my feet. He was apparently very OK with being on the bed...lol.
The next visit with us, I was so sick and Harley kept me company all day on the bed, even sleeping lying beside me, not on my feet...and this is were the trouble begins...
I was very sick and Harley slept next to me for a few days and loved it. Rick was at work, Nathan was at school and it was just Harley and me in a big bed, lots of room to stretch out and still cuddle. He only stayed on the bed during the day when I was sick, when I was well, he was waiting by the inside garage door for me to go get Nathan at school. Well on Harley's last night with us, I was feeling better and was expecting him to sleep with Nathan (as is their routine). Well Nathan comes running into our room and wants to cuddle and he snuggles between Rick and I and we watch some cartoons. Harley, not one to be left out, jumps right up and we now have 4 bodies in bed. We all fall asleep in our bed, but it is not a restful sleep. Nathan is a tosser and a turner and likes to be right next to me, actually like an appendage. Harley decided that when I was sick that he really did enjoy my pillow, so that is where he was. So picture this if you will: I am hugging the night stand on my side of the bed, while Nathan is attached to me, laying across the bed, Harley is next to Nathan, on my pillow, with his legs splayed all over on Ricks side of the bed and Rick is also hugging his night stand! I tried to get Harley to the floor, he was not budging! I tried using my feet to move him to the bottom of the bed, NOT HAPPENING!, I try raising my voice (he knows it is a ruse) and he ignores me. Please keep in mind that this is a highly trained dog and he just looks and me and snuggles in and goes back to sleep. Harley and Nathan had a good nights sleep and Rick and I were red eyed and cranky!
Harley is like having another 8 year old boy in the house. If Nathan has a snack, Harley wants one too. If Harley is being petted, Nathan wants me to "itch his back". Harley rides to school with us in the morning, otherwise he whines and cries and paces until I get back home. When going to the car, I have to have Nathan go first, or else Harley will sit in Nathan's booster seat and not budge. I finally had to put the extra booster seat in there and now Harley has his own to sit in. They share snacks, Harley likes goldfish, Nathan nibbles a dog cookie, Nathan will "accidentally drop a piece of bacon, and before it hits the floor, Harley has gobbled it up. Harley likes to chew and lick stuffed animals (his wubbies) and he really wanted the soft furry snowman I had on the tree over Christmas. He would never touch it, but would look longingly at it, so much so, Nathan had to give him a Christmas present early. He is a character and such a part of our family when he is here, horrible, room clearing gas and all!
Rick and Harley are "snack buddies" and both like the same exact spot on the couch. When Rick comes home, he walks into the kitchen and gives Harley a cookie (a dog biscuit), and Harley is waiting for him, right smack dab in the middle of the kitchen floor. When Rick goes to the fridge for a snack, he also gets one for Harley. When I get an ice cube from the freezer door, Harley gets two as well. When Rick is cutting a steak, Harley gets his share, when Rick is making hamburgers, Harley gets a big bite. Do you see a pattern here? Harley is 90 pounds of love when he comes over and about 93 pounds of love when he leaves. If Rick sits in "Harley's" spot on the couch, he gives Rick the saddest eyes he has until Rick either relents or just moves over. If Rick gets up from the couch, Harley jumps right up to his spot and Rick is out of luck when he comes back. Harley has even raced Rick to the couch for that spot.
When Harley comes inside, he barrels in like he was shot from a cannon. He grabs a stuffed toy and whines while running thru the house being so happy to be inside. We have learned to move to the side of the door when we open it for him, and well this morning I was letting him back inside and apparently did not hobble to the side fast enough because Harley ran in the house and proceeded to run and landed right on my sore right foot. He did not know, he did not mean it, it was not on purpose, but man oh man did that hurt! Still does hours later!
Above I said that Harley is the most well behaved dog because of his training and I also said that he does not listen to me, as he knows I am a big ole softy. Harley went to work every day as a Sheriff Dog and followed all the rules. He is also a Therapy Dog that will let kids roll all over him and never gets annoyed, EVER! The first night Harley stayed with us, he slept on the floor of Nathan's room on a big dog bed and by the morning, he was on Nathan's bed. When he comes over, he no longer brings his own bed, he has Nathan's with the "Harley Davidson" sheets waiting for him. A few visits ago, Harley would come into our room and would sleep on my side of the bed, never even making a move to get on our bed. Well one cold morning he looked at me with those sad, pitiful eyes and I patted the bed and without even blinking he was on the foot of the bed. No biggie, he was keeping my feet warm and we have a king size bed. The next morning, I woke up to Harley snoring on my feet. He was apparently very OK with being on the bed...lol.
The next visit with us, I was so sick and Harley kept me company all day on the bed, even sleeping lying beside me, not on my feet...and this is were the trouble begins...
I was very sick and Harley slept next to me for a few days and loved it. Rick was at work, Nathan was at school and it was just Harley and me in a big bed, lots of room to stretch out and still cuddle. He only stayed on the bed during the day when I was sick, when I was well, he was waiting by the inside garage door for me to go get Nathan at school. Well on Harley's last night with us, I was feeling better and was expecting him to sleep with Nathan (as is their routine). Well Nathan comes running into our room and wants to cuddle and he snuggles between Rick and I and we watch some cartoons. Harley, not one to be left out, jumps right up and we now have 4 bodies in bed. We all fall asleep in our bed, but it is not a restful sleep. Nathan is a tosser and a turner and likes to be right next to me, actually like an appendage. Harley decided that when I was sick that he really did enjoy my pillow, so that is where he was. So picture this if you will: I am hugging the night stand on my side of the bed, while Nathan is attached to me, laying across the bed, Harley is next to Nathan, on my pillow, with his legs splayed all over on Ricks side of the bed and Rick is also hugging his night stand! I tried to get Harley to the floor, he was not budging! I tried using my feet to move him to the bottom of the bed, NOT HAPPENING!, I try raising my voice (he knows it is a ruse) and he ignores me. Please keep in mind that this is a highly trained dog and he just looks and me and snuggles in and goes back to sleep. Harley and Nathan had a good nights sleep and Rick and I were red eyed and cranky!
Harley is like having another 8 year old boy in the house. If Nathan has a snack, Harley wants one too. If Harley is being petted, Nathan wants me to "itch his back". Harley rides to school with us in the morning, otherwise he whines and cries and paces until I get back home. When going to the car, I have to have Nathan go first, or else Harley will sit in Nathan's booster seat and not budge. I finally had to put the extra booster seat in there and now Harley has his own to sit in. They share snacks, Harley likes goldfish, Nathan nibbles a dog cookie, Nathan will "accidentally drop a piece of bacon, and before it hits the floor, Harley has gobbled it up. Harley likes to chew and lick stuffed animals (his wubbies) and he really wanted the soft furry snowman I had on the tree over Christmas. He would never touch it, but would look longingly at it, so much so, Nathan had to give him a Christmas present early. He is a character and such a part of our family when he is here, horrible, room clearing gas and all!
