*Note: I apologize for the length of this post and the previous one. I’ll try to keep the rest of the origin stories short.*
Haley wasn’t always a brat. She enjoyed relaxing on the couch next to me. She was a good cuddle bug, something she hasn’t grown out of.
Fast forward a few years. Haley was eighteen months when I brought her to stay with me while I got my Master’s. She was a great companion and kept me from going too crazy. Sometimes she would race around the apartment for no particular reason. Also, she would bark at me if I didn’t pay her enough attention. This was when I taught her how to bark on command.
Haley came with me when I got married. She wasn’t fond of my husband and ignored his cats. She was my baby and she knew it. Somewhere in my past blog posts are some of Haley’s antics during the time I was married. I’d give links, but I don’t even remember which ones they are. Perhaps I’ll hunt them down and in my next post, I’ll provide links.
Haley was with me when I kicked my husband out. She was the first one that told him that he was unwelcome. She peed and pooped in the middle of his “man cave” right where his game controllers were. I found it amusing, but cleaned it up. I didn’t want Haley to get into trouble.
Haley will be nine this month. She’s settled down some, but not much. She’s found more dignified ways of being annoying: refusing to go outside to use the bathroom every single morning, barking at me when she doesn’t even want anything, pretending like she is asleep when she doesn’t want to get up, and so on.
Lately, I’ve been letting my boyfriend (probably more on him in another post) handle her. She listens to him and even likes him. When he was gone for a week, she gave him the warmest welcome home I’ve ever seen. No, I’m not jealous. I’m glad that she, and the rest of the dogs, have absorbed him into the family. It shows me that he really is a good guy.
So, now I’ve come to the end of Haley’s origin story. I’m sure there is a lot I missed, perhaps if I remember anything of interest, I’ll write another post.
I hope you enjoyed reading about Haley. There are five more stories to come. Yes five. I’m back up to six dogs, but more on the sixth one later.
Until next time, chew those shoes like there is no tomorrow.