Hello, dog friends, friends of dogs and cats!!! I had such a wonderful time last week visiting with my nana and pawpaw! There were squirrels EVERYWHERE! Even though I missed the market, it was nice to take a break; refresh, recharge, and regroup before hitting the ground running in Melrose (see everyone Sunday!!!).
I've got to admit, I was a little worried letting Wesley look after my blog while I was away, but he really surprised me! I mean, he's a bit..um...well, let's just say he's 100% boy and it kind of comes out in his writing. But he's my buddy, and I love him, farts faults and all.
I think I want to keep the trend going of introducing you guys to my staff. They have wonderful insight on a lot of different topics, and it really takes a load off of me when I'm out rounding up clients, helping my mom bake, and keeping squirrels out of our yard (it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it!)
Today, I’d like to introduce you guys to a very special friend
of mine. I met her through Lily –
she’s actually my sister’s best friend, and so she’s been hanging around my
house since she was a puppy.
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| Harley always wears a big smile. And lots of pink. |
Harley is some kind of beagle/rottie/aussie/hound mix – just an
All-American mutt. We just call
her a Harley. She was rescued in
December 2011 from – gulp – Death Row – at the animal shelter in Lancaster, CA when she was 9 weeks old and scrawny as a newborn meerkat. She loves to chat with squirrels, eviscerate squeak toys, and read her dad’s
philosophy textbooks. I hope you guys like her as much as Lily and I do.
Here’s an
except from our chat:
Hello again, Harley!
You’re looking well!
Thank you, Miss Rosie!
You too. That’s a very
pretty necklace. It goes well with
your spots today.
Er, thanks. So,
Harley, have you given much thought to what you want to write about on my blog?
Oh, yes. Much, much
thought. I’ve thought so much I dreamed I was thinking in my sleep.
Wow. That is a
lot of thought. What have you
decided?
I’ve decided I would like to hike Mount Fuji when I grow
up. I’m sure the hike would give
me lots of time alone with my thoughts, and I'd find a lots of new squirrel friends to guide me.
Um, okay. Any decisions on blog topics?
Oh, yes! I’m sorry,
you weren’t specific. Specificity
is the key that unlocks the door to communication. But I do have an idea for
you.
That’s great! I’d
love to hear it!…Um, I mean, can you please share your idea on blog topics with
my readers?
Certainly. Miss
Rosie, do you remember the day you were rescued?
Not really. I
was pretty young.
Same here. I don’t
remember much any more except how cold and dark everything was until my parents
rescued me. I also remember how
hungry I was, and how my tummy hurt all the time. Then, when my parents rescued me, I was warm, and I had a
good meal, and my tummy stopped hurting so much. It was wonderful.
It sure was. I’ll
never forget when my mom picked me up and hugged me the first time.
Same here. I didn't know what it was to hug and snuggle, and now it's my favorite thing ever. So I got
to thinking – and I think a lot – and it occurred to me that my mom and dad took a big
step in rescuing me. Some parents
rescue puppies like us and they have no idea what to feed us, or how to get our
tummies to stop hurting, or what to do when we can't stop pooping everywhere, or anything, really.
They come to us with a heart full of love and compassion and a desire to
save our lives. When they open their hearts and homes to us, they may not have
the slightest clue on what comes next. It's a wonderful place, but a very scary place, too. I’d like to help with that.
That’s a wonderful idea, Harley. You’re so right – rescuing a pup can be just like bringing
home your first baby – you can read up on everything, and try to prepare, but
there are some things that are going to come up that pet parents may not know
how to handle on their own.
Yep. Like when my
brother ate my mom’s disposable razor. Or when he jumped up and ate a bunch of grapes off the kitchen counter. Or when he ran smack into a fire hydrant and knocked himself silly. Who can prepare for THAT? Wouldn’t it be nice to point them in the right
direction? Maybe not about snacking
on disposable razors, but about how to provide proper nutrition, how to get us
to love our new crate and not chase the kitty cats, that sort of thing.
Um, Harley? You used
to chase kitty cats?
I plead the fifth.
So there you have it, folks! Stay tuned for updates from Harley’s Help Desk – a place for
new rescue moms and dads to grow and learn right alongside their new furbaby –
or anyone who needs a little nudge in the right direction!
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