The Things I Loved (Part 4)
This post is the fourth 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 not drink tap water in his later years. It was below his standing in life. After developing a refined palate for filtered water, he would boycott drinking (not just hours, but days) until he received the higher quality H2O. Certainly, he was not always this way. But as he got older, he definitely gave less F’s and was firm in his stance of what he felt he was rightfully owed.
The zoomies (or what we also referred to as the Frenchie 500). Harold would get that wild look in his eye before bolting around the house with reckless abondon and at the top speed he could muster. This would involve bouncing off furniture, pillows, walls, doors and people/animals in route towards his next target. His feet would wind up cartoon style when launching from hard surfaces. This would go on until a breather was needed, but only momentarily until the next zoomie assault was underway. He put his every being into this, which pretty much sums up how he addressed everything he did. 100% in or 100% out, whether this be naps, play, eating, or lounging.
The butt wiggle. When excited (especially when meeting new people or during a reunion with someone he already knew) his rear-end would shake back and forth rather uncontrollably. He would also get into these butt shakes when meeting us at the door every time upon arrival home. Even if trying to play it cool, he could not hide his happiness as his butt was always a dead giveaway for his inner joy.
Harold loved tucking himself under the sheets. At the slightest chill in the air, he would make his way towards our heads. Not to say hi or snuggle, but to nuzzle his way under the sheets and towards our feet or in his patented “butt tuck”. Of course, 20 minutes later he would force his way back up and out of his cover due to being overheated. Or course, he never learned a balance here, as he would be in and out of the sheets multiple times during any given night. Obnoxious, yes. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.
