The Day I Got Harley

I had to give my dog, Denver, to another family because he was not the type of dog who could stay home for so long alone. He needed more attention that I could give him.

Since it was around Christmas, most of the shelters didn't have too many options. I did find one dog that I liked, but the poor guy was a male and I don't ever want another male dog.

My mom called me at work and told me that she found a dog for me at the shelter and asked me to pick it up on my way home. I was shocked when she told me that it was white! I never had a white dog in my life and I never expressed an interest in anything except a brown dog (like Tammy, Muffin, or Shelby).

IT WAS MEANT TO BE
Harley was meant to be mine from the beginning. Although she didn't like my mom & hid under the desk the whole time until I picked her up, she immediately liked me. It was a long drive home and she just sat in the front seat next to me. I even remember that I had to stop at the store to pick up a card and Harley (who was not yet named Harley) just sat there and behaved (unlike Denver, who would have eaten the steering wheel off the car).