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So here we were on a Monday night around 8:30 or so, sitting on the sofa and watching Black Lightning, when the hubby turns to me and says, “What do you think of this little guy?” He hands me his phone, and there’s a picture of an adorable little Siberian Husky puppy. We share cute dog pics all the time, so I didn’t think anything unusual was going on. I responded with, “D’awwww,” and he said, “she’s available for sale not too far from here.”
We needed a new puppy like we needed a hole in the head. He had said so many times that we couldn’t afford another dog right now and that maybe we’d think about that down the line. But you never know when you’re going to fall in love, so I relented. I had wanted a third dog, anyway, although another Great Dane would have been my first choice. Long story short (too late), we drove to Mayfield, KY (which is apparently the worst place in Kentucky to live) and picked her up. How could we resist? I mean, just look at those blue eyes!
She’s four months old at this point, maybe 20 pounds, and she’s adorable. She’s a little scamp, though, too smart for her own good. She’s also very vocal and “talks” all the time, which is typical for a husky. The other dogs love her, especially Harley, and they play constantly. We all love our new baby and are looking forward to the day she is finally house trained!
“Mom? What’s that Other Dane Doing?”
Gambit, when he was alive, would “sing” along with the Jeopardy! theme. The music would start, and he would howl like you wouldn’t believe, stopping occasionally to look back at my mom, who would tell him how lovely it sounded. Then he would start again. Up to now, that was the most original thing a pet I’d had ever did. Until Harley.
I know people have talked about pets watching TV, but I’d never actually seen it. But here she is. I cast my computer monitor to the TV, and she will watch me if I’m playing ESO or something with a lot of movement. Or she’ll just sit next to hubby and me when we’re watching a show. That’s an adventure in and of itself, because our couch isn’t very big.
This is what happened the other day when we were watching a YouTube video of funny Great Danes. Mr. Bill was unimpressed.
We lost Sugar a few months ago. She had incurable cancer, and treating her, even just keeping her comfortable, was going to cost thousands of dollars, so we had to let her go. But she had lived a good, long life, most of which was with us. She was fifteen years old, and we had adopted her from friends when she was two.
I held her till the end, and then I cried my eyes out. But I’m a big believer in the Rainbow Bridge, and I know she’ll be waiting there for me.
Harley Talks to Dad
Here’s a little video of Harley giving attitude to Bryan. She always lets us know when she wants to go outside. Loudly.