>Dear Harley

>
Harley, Harley, Harley...

You are a pain in the ass bad dog. Really. You are. I don't understand why you think that every time you go into the back yard you need to haul ass. You do this every.single.day. It's not fun for Conner and I. We don't like having to chase you through the neighborhood. We don't like being embarrassed because you always run away. I don't like wondering if you'll come back or if I'll be able to find you. It's frustrating. Really, it is. I know you love the horses, but they will kick you don't like you. You chase them and trust me, they are bigger than you. I know the neighbors are patient but I don't think they like you either. You are a nuisance. You run when you're called. Luckly for YOU, when I call, and have the leash, you come running. You better. You're getting closer and closer to having a new home.

Now, You're not all bad. You're wonderful with Conner. You're very sweet to him and you don't care if he crawls all over you and pulls your ears. For that, I'm thankful. Really, I am.