Flashback Friday

Let me introduce you to Harley. He looks cute and cuddly, and at 5 weeks old he was-until he grew up...Fast forward to when he's 60 pounds and has a whole lot of energy-SATAN!
Kris would come in and sit on the couch and Harley would put on his "I'm a nice, obedient dog mask" and sit by his side without moving. Kris would leave for work and the moment the door would shut Harley would be attacking 18 month old Caed and jumping for my jugular! I am not embelishing the facts at all!!! Mind you, I thought Harley would be a nice, sweet dog that would protect me at night and sleep in my bed-boy, was I wrong. But, it's so amazing and funny how God works-we really couldn't handle him anymore but didn't want to give him away because we felt bad. So, one night we come home to a note on our door from the animal police that said we had be written up for a dog barking once at 11pm. We could have just said "whatever", but instead eagerly jumped at the possibility that our dog was making our neighbors mad and would possibly ruin our reputation. So, Harley found a new home on a farm where they had a shock collar and is loving it! (P.S. I like dogs, just not the ones I own!)