This is Harry. He joined our family back in 2005 when my cousin's dog had her second litter. The cool art about this little guy was that he was the runt..and now he's "large" and in charge (or so he thinks). All bark, but no bite hahaha. Back when he was a tiny puppy, about the length of a vienna sausage, I held him in my hand and knew we had to take him home. When he was weaned from his mother, my mom and I picked him up and brought him home...and then it happened..on the way home..the puppy without a name POOPED on my lap. Of course on my favorite jeans..I proceeded to scream and my mom pulled over where I then jumped out of the car and shook the turds off. Haha I guess I can finally laugh about it after all these years...I never wore those jeans again, nor have i ever fully forgiven Harry hahaha. my mom said it was "good luck," but I highly doubt it LOL.
