In Celebration of Harley

May 25th makes two years since this little starving hitchiker weerily climbed aboard  my wheel estate. At five months old, he was underweight, was severely malnourished and seemingly terrified of everything. He wasn't used to eating much, so feeding him was perplexing.  He looked sad and tired  the first week with energy as exciting as a sleepy turtle. 

Two months later, Harley was so cute with both ears down. He loved his little cat bed for sitting and watching me.

He was about 10 months old when we rode in a friend's car.  I held his harness and leash  while he hung his head out the window.

At Hunting Island State Park he played on the beach at 11 months old. 

Just before his first birthday, he suddenly sprouted so much fur, he looked like the Wolf Man. 

That is a circular frisbee type toy he has managed to stick around his body. I threw it outside for him to catch, he came back inside wearing it like this.  He makes me laugh every day.

Sound asleep in my favorite afghan. We fight over this afghan in  bed, because we both want to cuddle up with it.

Harley dons his rain gear in anticipation of a walk in the rain. The pink sheet was snatched off the clothes line outside just as  the rains hit. Before I could fold it up proper, a certain doggy made his bed in it.

One day he just sat up like this in the chair. He is looking at my friend who is sitting in the other chair like this. It was funny.

Harley says "I thought you said I was going to the vet to be TUTORED! I seem to be missing a few things down here!"

Beach dude.

The many faces of Harley...

Come real close and I'll kiss you!

Harley loves big toys.

He hangs his head out the RV window, watching me plug in the electricity.

The first time the wind kicked up a pile of dead leaves, he ran off terrified!  His fur is gray on top of his head in this picture. He had a head injury when something spooked him and he slammed his head on the metal step.  He cried for an hour while I tried to console him.   The fur on top of his head turned gray for a few months.

If he thinks I am not walking him fast enough, he hops on his back legs like a kangaroo.

He was so skinny for so long, it was very hard to fatten him up. Look how short his legs were. His body was so tiny under all that fluff. We had returned from playing outdoors and he was seriously wore out. 

This picture is before his right ear popped up permanently.  He loves big stuffed toys. Eventually he ripped this one to pieces.  He still plays with a tiny blue fur remnant.

Now his body has filled out like a cute little doggy. He is sleeping by me while I type. 

His first sweater was made out of my black sock.  He was thrilled to wear it. 

WTF???