Today, my Harley turned one year old.
My sister and I had been begging our parents for a pet ever since we got the “101 Dalmtions” DVD. At one point they bought us two birds, Mickey and Minnie, and my dad released them after a while telling us “How would you like it if you lived in a cage all the time?”
After that we wouldn’t stop talking about having a dog and how much we wanted one and how we will always take care of it. My father grew up having multiple dogs, so he was 100 per cent on board but my mother was sure she will end up taking care of the dog should she accept to get one so she always refused.
Well, on July 18, 2015 my dad woke us up telling us someone is here to see us. He had a huge smile on his face and there was a faint whine coming from the living room. When we walked in, we were greeted with a tiny white and black 1 month old puppy. She was the runt of the litter and we had completely flipped out at how adorable and tiny she was. We took turns cradling the scared little thing, and after playing around with names, we all agreed on Harley.
At the vet, he told us that we were “committing a crime” by taking the pup away from her mother at such a young age, but the mother had stopped feeding her pups so…Nonetheless the vet told us we should not expect her to live past the age of 4 months, if she even makes it that long.
And now we’re here, celebrating her first birthday on June 18, 2016. We made a tiny party hat for her which she absolutely despised, we gave her chicken for lunch and dinner, and we took her out on a walk by the beach.
Happy birthday baby girl