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The Unlikeliest Friends

Being young has its advantages and disadvantages.  I think one of the biggest issues being young is taking certain things for granted.  We are all guilty of that for sure, but one of the biggest detriments to maturity is friendship.  It may just because we’re growing up and figuring things out.  We accumulate relationships with like-minded people.  Temporary and long standing Friendships.  Many times it’s not effortless.  We may even start out not really caring for another person, but growing to really like them over time.  For me, this is the BEST kind of friendship.  Maybe for some reason or another, you both were completely fine on your own and didn’t want or need another friend.  Maybe you didn’t necessarily care for the other person, first impressions and all, but over time you realized that person was kind of cool.  You may have been thrown together out of no fault of your own and eventually realized that you couldn’t live without one another.

This would be the case with my dogs, Jaxon and Harles, aka Harley, Carl, Bubble.  The poor dog will almost answer to anything.

Jaxon came first and like most “only children”, he received all of our attention.  His brother from another mother came a few years later.  Now Bubble can be a beast, very alpha and domineering.  Jax is the opposite, which I’ve written about in a previous post.  Bubble came into the family feeling the need to prove he was King.  Jax was not happy stepping down from his throne and so the relationship went, until recently.  They’ve both had a surgery in the past 2 years and I’m not sure if that’s what brought them together, or if it’s just a mutual fond regard, but I truly believe that they are now inseparable.

They both sleep in bed with me, and Bubble tends to sleep a lil longer than Jax.  In the morning I go to the kitchen and make my coffee, Jax by my side.  Bubble continues to snooze in bed.  I’ve actually seen Jax go into my bedroom and pretty much make noises in order to wake up Bubble.  In the same respect, I’ll be napping in bed with Jax, and he’ll leave the room only to return with Bubble.  A year or so ago that wouldn’t have happened.  I can remember Jaxon letting Harles stay outside all day once, when I forgot to bring him in before leaving for work.  Now you might ask how Jaxon “let” Bubble stay outside.  Jax is like Houdini in many respects, and is actually able to slide open my patio door.  He’ll never do it while I watch, but he’s done it many times when I’m visiting my neighbor, and I find him waiting for me at the gate when I return home.


I may not know the real reason why these two unlikely friends have become so close, but I’m so happy that they’ve finally accepted each other and have more than what seems to be a casual, convenient friendship.

Always one of my favorites….




God Gave Me You


I require physical contact.  I think everyone does.  Well, almost everyone.  There are a few different ways you can get your “fill” of physical closeness.  Some good, a couple not so good, but I guess you get it where and how you can.  Mine comes from my permanent snugglers,  Jaxon (on the left) and Harles.

Jax came first, when he was a puppy.  My son, Shawn brought him home.  I wasn’t ready for another dog and was still grieving the loss of our dog, Max.  Truth is sometimes you gotta have something pushed into your face to realize that you ARE ready and you do NEED to move on.  He was the cutest puppy imaginable, a husky/lab mix, he has one blue eye.  That adorable blue eye that I seem drawn to when I look at him.  Sometimes I find myself feeling bad for not giving that brown eye equal time.  Yes, I think of things like that.  Jaxon is one of the happiest dogs you’ll meet.  He loves to run outside and say hello to neighborhood dogs walking past our fenced in yard.  He’s happy to meet any dog, or animal for that matter.  He’s mostly quiet, barking only if he feels threatened.  He’s mild mannered with complete and total love for his master, ME!

Which leads me to Harles.  Formerly adopted from a humane shelter, again by my son, Shawn.  He wasn’t able to take him when he moved to a dog “not friendly” rented home.   Harles initially would come to visit Jax, and that was just fine.  Kinda like other people’s kids.  It’s nice to have them over, play with them, and then send them home with their parents.  When he became a permanent fixture, jealousy set in.  Big time.  Jax was the “only child” type of dog.  Docile and used to getting all the attention.  Harles, a pit/lab mix,  is what you might call an alpha dog.  Requires all the attention, all the food, all the family.  All.  Of.  Everything.

The two have now been co-habitating for about 2 years.  Let’s just say that they have “grown” into appreciating their relationship.  I’ve found them sleeping together in my youngest son, Grae’s bed during the day.  They have the whole house, but they choose to sleep together.

If I’m petting Harles, Jax will give me a look similar to this…..


He’ll also go over to the door and scratch to get out.  He has no intention of going outside, but as soon as I ask if someone wants to go outside, Harles leaps up and runs to the door, pushing poor timid Jax out of the way….cause he has to be first.    I throw open the door, and Harles barrels out, leaping off of the deck into the yard.  Yep, just Harles.  Jax watches, snickering at how stupid Harles is and how smart HE is.  He had no intention of going out, he just wanted Harles the hell off of me.  Jax will come over and lay up against me on the couch.  Success!

At night, when I’m getting ready for bed, Harles will already be in bed with his other master.  I have to ask him about 10 times to get down, so that I can get in.  Both dogs wait eagerly beside the bed until I get the blankets situated.  I say, “okay” and Harles jumps in first.  He knows his “place” on the bed.  He sleeps at the bottom of the bed by my feet.  Jax jumps up and fits in the little nook somewhere between my bent knees and chest.  If Master #2 isn’t in bed, Harles will take his place, but slammed up against my back.  I’m sandwiched between two canines.  If you were cold before you got into bed, you  definitely aren’t now.  And you can’t move, because they don’t.  All night.

I recently had foot surgery and since my bedroom is downstairs, I’ve got to climb the steps to get to the main part of the house.  Secretly my precious pets have worked out a deal.  Jaxon goes up first, waiting at the top of the steps to watch me.  Harles brings up the back, making sure I don’t lose my balance.  I guess they both decided that if I were to fall backward, I’d be much better off falling on the kind of “wide load” Harles is than the petite Jaxon.  I know that they’ve had this conversation because they do this EVERY TIME I VENTURE UPSTAIRS.  How sweet is that?

If I had to describe Harles as a human, he would be a beer drinking, poker playing good time friend with a huge heart.  Competitive by nature, always needing to win but never giving up if he doesn’t.  Jax would most likely be gay with an English accent.  He enjoys drinking his favorite tea while reading one of his favorite novels, most likely just reviewed at his book club meeting.

Don’t ask me why I think he’s gay.