Harry got into my purse last night and stole a baggie of moose meat treats.
I am not too worried about the little bit of the thin plastic bag I couldn't find;
I am sure it's either digested or passing.
I made the treats small and with little fat with him in mind.
It doesn't look like the seven or eight treats is going to cause any problems.
He was very quick and didn't even knock the purse over.
Thief - one more thing to add to Harry's list of "talents".
Last night, Harry slept in the bedroom with me.
There was only a baby gate between us and the other dogs.
It was a good night. He had a bed on the floor with a blanket over it,
but that wasn't enough. He dragged a pair of jeans over to sleep on also.
MAUREEN SCOTT:
This is MY kind of Aireboy!
I sure wish I needed another dog at this moment
because I'd be on a plane to see Jan in an eyeblink!
BOBBI PROCYK:
Jan, he just wanted to be closer to you! He is so darn cute.
Good thing you are 4000 miles away from me!
DEB BUTLER:
Me, too. I am in love, but with four dogs in rescue right now
and two more coming this week, there's no more room at the inn.
PRISCILLA LUNDBLAD:
Just Harry being an Airedale!
SUE FORRESTER:
I'm wishing I wasn't twelve thousand miles away . . . .
