The Things I Loved (Part 1)
This post is the first in a series of entries that record some of the traits about Harold that I love and miss. I never want to forget these quirks, so putting them down here is a way to be able to always come back and reflect on the things that made our little man uniquely Harold.
Harold would get disgruntled and pull back when you got a bit too lovey on him or wanted to curl up with him anywhere above your waistline. He was a leg snuggler solely and unapologetic about it. He was savvy and very particular in his leg snuggling, more or less treating it as an art form. As referenced in Harold’s Story on the main page, the guy perfected the butt tuck.
He loved having the upper hand. His favorite game to play was me lying on my back on the floor next to the bed while he was on the bed above. Harold would get so amped up as I reached up to playfully box at him while Megan would poke as his butt from behind. This usually led to an outburst of turkey gobble sounds while doing zoomies across the bed, along with his patented spin move which whipped his butt around into the pillows to redirect his next lauch-off.
His internal clock for feeding times was impressive. If it was rolling on 7am or 4pm he would let you know you were late for his meal by either getting in your grill or jumping up next to you with a slightly higher pitched tone of disapproval. It was an alert to get your ass in gear. Sometimes he would also place his paw slightly on your hand, arm, phone or laptop for added effect.
Harold loved an open field. As the slightest bit of encouraging (or sometimes just spontaneously) he would take off sprinting in big loops w/ his legs going as fast as his heart would allow. He only stopped when completely exhausted, or for just enough time to regroup and go again. He did this at a spot we were looking at for a potential wedding venue. We felt it was his way of saying that was the spot (and where we did end up having a wonderful wedding - thanks for the nod little buddy).
