The love of my life is 8 years old!
His story is that he was confiscated from a bad owner when he was about 1 year old. He went to the town shelter to be PTS. The Director of the private shelter I worked at was there looking for dogs to take in. Harleybird was on the table and given the first shot to calm him down...
She looked in the window and told them to stop because his eyes pleaded with her to help him.
His name was "Slick" because he was slick enough to save himself by smiling at the right woman.
When he got to our shelter, he lost use of his back legs. Vet had no idea why. After a few on and off episodes of this, I adopted him.
Harleybird has never had that problem again, and walks every day with me, between 4-10 miles.
For his birthday, I took him for a 2 hour walk. He couldn't be happier when he is walking. READY TO GO!Celebrating with a special marrow bone.Not EVERYONE is happy with the special gift....Waiting for the Birthday cake.When is my Birthday party?