Those of you who know Harlan know he has one mortal enemy: it's not the ducky, it's not hot air balloons, it's not trees, it's not rocks (although he has had unfortunate run-ins with all of these things)... it's the baby gate. Harlan. Hates. The. Baby. Gate.
We learned tonight that someone in our house is not a giant pansy when it comes to the gate.
That person is a 6 month bundle of rough and tough baby bravery.
While Asher was busy attacking the gate, Harlan was literally shaking while sitting in my lap.
Such a courageous dog.
Such a brave boy. Not so much a brave dog.
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