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5月8日

Harley's Bunny Massacre

Harley killed two baby bunnies this week and brought them in the house one at a time to show us.  Harley has such a killer instinct and Pee Wee is such a pacifist.
 

If Harley and PeeWee had been cast in the movie “The Edge”, originally starring Anthony Hopkins and Alec Baldwin…….it would’ve gone something like this…….

 

 

Harley:              We’ll have to distract him and trap him, but it can be done. 
                        Do you believe it, PeeWee?
                           You believe it?
PeeWee:                       I don’t know Harley.
                        I don’t think it’ll work.
Harley:              It will work!
PeeWee:            No!
Harley:              It will work.  What one dog can do another can do. 
PeeWee:            You can’t kill the bunny, Harley.  He’s…
                        He’s ahead of us all the time, like he’s reading our minds.
                        He’s stalking us, for God’s sakes!
Harley:              You want to die out here, huh? Well, then die.
But I tell you what… I’m not gonna die. No, sirree. I’m not gonna die. No, I’m gonna kill the bunny. Say it, “I’m gonna kill the bunny. I’m gonna kill the bunny!” Say it!
PeeWee:             I’m gonna kill the bunny.
Harley:            Say it again.
PeeWee:            I’m gonna kill the bunny!
Harley:            And again.
PeeWee:            I’m gonna kill the bunny!!! 
Harley:            Good. What one dog can do, another can do.
PeeWee:            What one dog can do, another can do.
Harley:            Say it again!
PeeWee:            What one dog can do…
                        Another can do!!!
Harley:            Yeah! You’re goddamn right.
                        ‘Cause today… I’m gonna kill the mother f#%#er.

11月24日

Harley's Story

On Sunday, September 9, 2001, two days before 9/11, we found a puppy on our street.  We were coming home from church that Sunday morning and when we turned the corner and entered our street, there he was, standing in the middle of the street.  I asked Carl to stop the car, but he only slowed down.  I said, "Stop the car, all the way, stop the car!".  Finally Carl stopped.  I got out and scooped up the puppy.  He was about 3 months old, and he was sick and covered in fleas.  I suspected that someone had dumped him off in our neighborhood.  He was too small to have wandered far.  But we searched our neighborhood to try to find his owner.  No one claimed him.  I thought he was adorable.  His ears and tail seemed out of proportion for his body and head, but there was no mistaking his terrier-blood.  I bathed him a couple of times to get rid of the fleas.  The next day I took him to the vet.  He had a bad cold and several places on his tail that were infected from flea bites.  When we got home that day I snapped these puppy photos.  We kept looking for his owners but no one claimed him.  I decided to name him Harley.  About a month later, he demolished our sofa and I deduced that he was a terrier-ist.  So we started calling him Harley bin Laden.  The name stuck.
 
The last photo shows Harley all grown up.
 
 
 
 
 
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