jimfox
07-07-2001, 11:13 PM
Once upon a time – in the first month of the first year of the 3rd millennium, - perhaps even the 1st day of the 1st month of the 3rd millennium – young Harry was whelped in rural Cherokee County. A backwater county in the western reaches of East Texas.
Little is known of young Harry’s ancestry or early history. He appears to be a miniature poodle, but who knows. Apparently he spent the first few months of his life in a small pen in an enclosed back yard – the only world Harry knew.
Young Harry’s first introduction to the law was when he was swooped up by some gimlet eyed Deputy Sheriff of Cherokee County. Detained as a material witness in an animal abuse case. Poor Harry was referred to by the prosecuting attorney as “The Pus Bag” or, more kindly, as “That hairless bag of skuzzy mange”.
Alas, poor young Harry didn’t know how he was labeled. All he knew was that he was in a strange place, not his home, and no one was there that he knew.
As luck would have it, young Harry was released to the custody of a beautiful Asian lady who’s handsom husband was a skilled practitioner of the healing arts. Young Harry’s home now became a small cage in a sterile clinic. A few times each day he would be allowed out of his cage and could play with a single little chew toy that would squeak if bitten just right, and have some attention paid to him by the beautiful Asian lady. Otherwise he was left alone to cry his sorrows to the four walls – and submit to painful and degrading treatments for several different kinds of mange and worms.
In time the treatments were effective and young Harry began to earn the name “Hairy” . A name that the handsom husband of the beautiful Asian lady gave him. The small sterile cage became home and the high points of young Harry’s day became the brief times he was allowed out to play with his chew toy and enjoy the companionship of humans.
In time Harry’s treatment was effective and he began to look like a normal dog. If a young miniature poodle can be described as such. But, he had a coat – and his baby teeth were being replaced, and his eyes were oh so fetchingly brown.
Poor young Harry didn’t realize this, and was just happy to have his chew toy and the little time each day when the beautiful Asian lady would let him out of the refuge of his cage.
Unbeknownst to young Harry there was dissention between the humans who controlled his world, and his destiny - changes would come.
While the beautiful Asian lady wanted to welcome young Harry into their family – her handsom husband’s heart was hardened. He countered her pleas with reminders about the numerous cats and several dogs that already claimed space, and food, and other resources in their small home.
So it came to be that young Harry was banished from only the second home that he’d ever known. While the beautiful Asian lady shed tears of sorrow and gave gifts of special dog food, still young Harry was cast from the security of his small cage and thrown into the wilderness of rural Nacogdoches County. Forced to endure the company of a strange man - and dogs, larger the he by a factor of 10 - as well as fierce cats.
Can young Harry adapt? Can he lean the dark and mysterious ways of dogs? Learning to sniff, and hunt, and play in the proper manner? What of tall grass and deep woods? Unknown creatures that approach the house at night, foraging and pillaging at will unless held at bay by a loyal and brave dog?
Considering his background, can a mere human and a couple of farm dogs teach him what he needs to know in order to assume the mantle of his heritage? Poodles are great hunting dogs – intelligent, loyal and brave.
There is no film at 11:00, but if anyone is interested I’ll give updates from time to time on young Harry’s progress.
Little is known of young Harry’s ancestry or early history. He appears to be a miniature poodle, but who knows. Apparently he spent the first few months of his life in a small pen in an enclosed back yard – the only world Harry knew.
Young Harry’s first introduction to the law was when he was swooped up by some gimlet eyed Deputy Sheriff of Cherokee County. Detained as a material witness in an animal abuse case. Poor Harry was referred to by the prosecuting attorney as “The Pus Bag” or, more kindly, as “That hairless bag of skuzzy mange”.
Alas, poor young Harry didn’t know how he was labeled. All he knew was that he was in a strange place, not his home, and no one was there that he knew.
As luck would have it, young Harry was released to the custody of a beautiful Asian lady who’s handsom husband was a skilled practitioner of the healing arts. Young Harry’s home now became a small cage in a sterile clinic. A few times each day he would be allowed out of his cage and could play with a single little chew toy that would squeak if bitten just right, and have some attention paid to him by the beautiful Asian lady. Otherwise he was left alone to cry his sorrows to the four walls – and submit to painful and degrading treatments for several different kinds of mange and worms.
In time the treatments were effective and young Harry began to earn the name “Hairy” . A name that the handsom husband of the beautiful Asian lady gave him. The small sterile cage became home and the high points of young Harry’s day became the brief times he was allowed out to play with his chew toy and enjoy the companionship of humans.
In time Harry’s treatment was effective and he began to look like a normal dog. If a young miniature poodle can be described as such. But, he had a coat – and his baby teeth were being replaced, and his eyes were oh so fetchingly brown.
Poor young Harry didn’t realize this, and was just happy to have his chew toy and the little time each day when the beautiful Asian lady would let him out of the refuge of his cage.
Unbeknownst to young Harry there was dissention between the humans who controlled his world, and his destiny - changes would come.
While the beautiful Asian lady wanted to welcome young Harry into their family – her handsom husband’s heart was hardened. He countered her pleas with reminders about the numerous cats and several dogs that already claimed space, and food, and other resources in their small home.
So it came to be that young Harry was banished from only the second home that he’d ever known. While the beautiful Asian lady shed tears of sorrow and gave gifts of special dog food, still young Harry was cast from the security of his small cage and thrown into the wilderness of rural Nacogdoches County. Forced to endure the company of a strange man - and dogs, larger the he by a factor of 10 - as well as fierce cats.
Can young Harry adapt? Can he lean the dark and mysterious ways of dogs? Learning to sniff, and hunt, and play in the proper manner? What of tall grass and deep woods? Unknown creatures that approach the house at night, foraging and pillaging at will unless held at bay by a loyal and brave dog?
Considering his background, can a mere human and a couple of farm dogs teach him what he needs to know in order to assume the mantle of his heritage? Poodles are great hunting dogs – intelligent, loyal and brave.
There is no film at 11:00, but if anyone is interested I’ll give updates from time to time on young Harry’s progress.