Wrestling
Harley loved to wrestle. Most of the roommates and guys who would come over would wrestle with him, so he assumed many times if a guy came over - they were there to brawl. He would literally "box" you and threw some mean punches with his front paws (no mercy). He could go for a while wrestling with you, but was instantly your buddy as soon as the fight was over.
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When it came to wrestling Harley was pretty stubborn. I remember when my friend Dennis and I came down and stayed with Chance for a few days. We slept on the couches the first night. Dennis was woken up by Harley licking his face. Harley kept egging him on until finally Dennis got up and wrestled him. I kept trying to sleep and it went on what seemed like forever. When it was over, Dennis was out of breath with his arms all scratched up. And Harley, he just wanted to keep wrestling. Needless to say, we slept in the toy hauler the next couple of nights. What a fun dog!
I can't believe he is gone. It's a tragedy. I'll never forget the matches that we had. I never knew any dog that liked my left leg like HO HO!
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