It's hard to believe, but it's been nine whole years. It was the
Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1999. The first night, she tried to beat
the hell out of Elliott. I wondered what the hell I'd gotten myself
into, but by the next morning, she was ready to make nice. Elliott
taught her that bedtime is for sleeping, not playing, and she taught him
how to box. They had a few scuffles over the years, but they were
deeply bonded. It took her a long time to find her footing after he
Life with Harriet has been rough at times, but good. And while she's
grey and slightly mellower these days, she's pretty much 100% fun to
live with. I really couldn't ask for a more awesome dog.
These were taken few weeks after I got her. She'd started to fill out
pretty well (no more visible hip bones, and her ribs were only prominent
when she was stretched out).
Contemplating world domination. Or the tastiness of bunnies.
Another of my all-time favorite photos of her, about three years ago, in
her "It's *all* mine" stance. (Actually, she was listening to the
neighbor running the fence line on his four wheeler.) She'd already
started to go grey, but only around the cheeks.
Last night, grey but sassy.
She got a new woobie yesterday, and I'm going to make her homemade
french fries tonight (sans ketchup). She loves them, and they're one of
the few treats she can have.
And lastly, feet! A couple of months ago, those silky hairs between her
pads were stained deep red, from saliva. We have conquered the evil
demon foot chewing!
And a zillion more photos here (more or less in chronological order,
with a bunch of her playing with Elliott at the top):
(the Mother Ship)
(Letters to Esther)