Apparently Harry, thinks Lucy can be
trusted to keep quiet. Lucy has been charged with aiding and abetting
at the kennel where they go for play group. Two weeks in a row,
one of the kids that work with the play groups has forgotten to
clip the kennel that they put Lucy and Harry in. (They usually switch
the four into different groups of two every time they come in from
playing.) It seems that Harry has talked Lucy into opening the latch
and she was to act as lookout while Harry helped himself to bags
of food, dog or cat, it doesn't matter! The first time, the manager
walked into the back and Lucy was sitting in the middle of the room..."whistling"...when
she noticed the manager walking her way with two dogs, she hurried
back to the run, jumped into bed and pretended she was sleeping.
Meanwhile, Harry has his head stuck in a bag of food, making
all this racket..mgrumm, mmhmnhmf, runmmn. Diane, the manager,
yells, "Harold, what do you think you're doing?!" but
he can't hear her because his head's in the bag and he's making
all this racket, and he has no idea that his lookout as left him
holding the bag. When Diane puts the new dogs away, she walks over
to Harry, "Hey, excuse me!" To which Harold replies,
"Not now, can't you see I'm eating. Mgrumm, mmhmnhmf,
runmmn." She tried to get his attention again, and Diane
could tell he thought about pulling something until he realized
who it was..."Yikes, busted!" The next week the
same set up, but Harry was just starting to rip a bag of cat food
open and didn't actually get anything. The door doesn't need to
be clipped if there's any other pairing, so everyone is sure that
Lucy is opening the door at Harry's request.
On New Year's Eve 2000, we were watching
the countdown on TV. After the ball dropped, they showed a
club in CA where The Baha Men were singing "Who Let the Dogs
Out." All the dogs were sound asleep, but as soon as
they sang that line, Harry lifted his head like...wha..? When they
sang it again, Harry cautiously walked to the television and stared
at it. They sang it again ~ he ran down the stairs and out the dog
door, back up the stairs and started barking at the TV! The next
time they sang it, he started barking and he was getting real mad!
We had tears rolling down our faces. John decided this was too much
for poor Harry so he put him to bed and it's a good thing...next
the band members got on their hands and knees and lifted their legs...we
could just picture Harry marking the TV! Poor Harry!
While
John and Brian were on their way to pickup the 65 lb. foxhound known
as Jethro from the shelter in Virginia, I was in touch with the
shelter by phone. The manager wanted me to tell John to remind
her to tell him a story about Harry; she didn't want to tell me
on the phone.
