The Things I Loved (Part 3)
This post is the third 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 had a killer (but unintentional) turkey gobble. When the little guy was playing at a high intensity or maybe wanted to give his best warning shot, he would make a battle sound that could only be described as a sound that emulated a turkey. It would always have the opposite intended effect as humans would simply laugh and a nemesis dog would just freeze in confusion. Intimidation was never achieved, and never his strong suit. But he never quit trying.
Gas was part of our everyday life with Harold. He had an uncanny ability to smoke out a room on a dime. As adorable as he was snuggling, he could throw a wrench into any cuddle session with a well placed bomb. During the night he was a continual source of ozone contaminants that never seemed to phase him but would often wake us up.
There was not a sun spot in the house that he did not claim. It’s quite amazing actually. No matter where in the house a sun spot might be (different rooms, floors, etc.) he could sense its presence and hunt it down. We have so many pictures of him lounging and contouring his body to cover every inch of his warm discovery.
Despite his absolute love for tucking himself in or along your legs, once he was done with you he needed his space. On a near nightly occasion me and Megan were woken up to Harold pushing us w/ his paws to give himself a more appropriate amount of room to sleep. This often came with rumblings of disgruntlement, just to let us know that he was perturbed. Come morning, it wasn’t uncommon for the humans to be banished to the extremities of the bed with a pup lying longways across the center.
