I like my dogs medium to large, preferably Staffy types. But the scruffy ones also appeal to me. And the strange-looking, odd ones that defy description. But little dogs…not so much. Yappy things with sharp, needle-like claws and razor teeth. Thanks, but no thanks!
Until I met Harry, that is. Before I made Harry’s acquaintance, I was told by more than one person that Harry was “a little shit” (pardon my French), that he was a nipper, that he would bite your ankles or growl at you. Oh, and that he hated men.
You would’ve thought all that fuss was about a big dog. But no, Harry is a teeny tiny little Chihuahua. With a very big attitude. And the sweetest little thing he turned out to be…with me, anyway. I made his acquaintance soon enough, and he displayed no aggression whatsoever towards me. In fact, Harry is the most affectionate, bum-wigglingly happy-to-see-me can-I-sit-in-your-lap dog I have met in a while.
Harry has been adopted now, he’d been searching for a single lady to share cuddles and her bed with him, and I hope she doesn’t let him down. But since I got so many photos of him, I thought I’d share them here with you. Scroll down to the last one to see what I did with one particular photo of Harry.
It’s official! I love Harry! ❤❤❤