The Terror and the TerrierCasey Mullins
Vivi has had very narrow exposure to dogs. Their barks scare her and they move far to fast for her liking. She’s much more of a cat person but after the last two weeks with my parents’ dogs she has a new respect for dogs, specifically ones around her same size. She’s not so much a fan of the giant ones with the licking tongues or the little tiny ones with the yipping and the yapping, no Vivi’s kind of dog is medium sized, soft and easy to control.
Vivi’s dog is Harley.
Harley is basically Vivi’s dog uncle, which makes him my little annoying dog brother. My mom (who swore she’d never have a dog) got him shortly after my sister and I moved out. I still haven’t decided if I’m offended by that. Harley and Addie didn’t get along, in fact Addie coming near Harley caused him to pee where he stood.
Fast forward six years later and Harley has controlled his bladder and his feelings towards little children. (For the most part.) Here’s photographic proof:
Camera whore. 1 of 6Hey, Harley? This is supposed to be a picture of the two of you. Could you please move, just a little to the right?
Help. 2 of 6Okay. Everyone is in place. Hey, Harley, I can see the fear in your eyes. Relax! She's just a baby!
Watching. 3 of 6Look at Vivi totally commanding the dog. I have a feeling Casar Millan would be proud of my baby.
Observing. 4 of 6Thankfully there were plenty of dogs and cars going by, something they could both agree on was interesting to watch.
Posing. 5 of 6I think the dog is smiling. He is. Harley is smiling! What a cheeseball. He had to find some way to outdo the baby.
Buddies. 6 of 6By the end of the evening the two were best friends. I think a lot of it has to do with how many snacks the baby drops.