Life with Harry Ha Ha


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My pal Harry Ha Ha has been with me for almost eight years now. We first met when I was helping walk dogs that had been evacuated during the 2003 fires up the North Thompson. Every vet clinic in town was full to overflowing with dogs and cats and because my two fur-bearing children Bear and Buddy went to Central Animal Hospital, that’s where I went to volunteer.

Harry had been rescued from the woods, along with over 25 other dogs by the SPCA. Seems a puppy mill closed up shop and instead of doing the humane thing and surrender them to a shelter, they just set them out of their own in the wild. Unfortunately none of the other dogs survived and Harry was the only one who managed to pull through. My Harry Ha Ha is one tough little guy.  Wait till you see the size of rocks this guy can pull out of the creek.

I was lucky enough to meet the inspector who saved Harry and he told me he was a close to a wild animal as he had come across in all his years with the SPCA. He said his wife called him “the dog from outer space”.  Actually that’s how he got his name, when he came to Central Animal he had a horrible case of mange, had very little fur and was covered in open sores and cuts, some right down to the bone, so they named him Hairy? Ha Ha

When you look a the pictures of when he was first in care, it’s hard to believe he’s the same dog.

Poor little man

Poor little man

One very scared puppy dog

One very scared puppy dog

As any of my friends and family know my two beautiful chows, Bear and Buddy were my heart and soul. Adding Harry to the family was a challenge because he was very territorial. One good scrap with Bear over a bone and he figured out really quick she was the queen. Poor old Buddy didn’t fair so well. Buddy was the sweetest, gentlest dog I have ever known and all he wanted to do was hang out with his new friend, get his belly rubbed and sleep. Harry was and still is wound pretty tight, so poor Buddy would be minding his own business, wandering the back yard and Harry would t-bone him at 100 mph and then stand on him. I always wished Buddy would grow a pair, if you know what I mean and put Harry in his place. Never happened. I’d have to watch Harry like a hawk and as soon as the tail would go straight up, you would swear you could hear the theme from Jaws. You had about a 10 second window to stop him or Bud would get another shark attack ala Harry.

As crazy as he is, Harry Ha Ha has always been the one who could make me laugh. He continues to do so every day and has been huge in mending my heart after the deaths (old age – 16 & 15) of Bear and Buddy. We both miss them very much. From the time I get home from work till the time I leave for work the next day, he is never too far from my side. Speaking of which, looks like it’s time to play fetch again…




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