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Four legs of happiness

Harry Dog

I have 3 dogs, but ask anyone and they will tell you Harry is mine.  He is the best bad dog a girl could ask for.  Why is he good?  He is hops like a bunny when he runs, he follows me around the yard wagging his tale and he is always more than happy to hide the evidence if I ever spill anything.  What makes him a bad dog is the same thing that made us name him after Harry Houdini.  He has a tendency to escape.  Why is he mine?  When it is time for him to go inside or outside and my husband is trying to coax him to go the right direction he stands still as a statue.  That’s when I walk to the door and say “Come on Harry!”  Works every time.  Good boy Harry.