I’m a mutt who loves to laze around in the morning sun, but I get pretty lively through the afternoon. I live with my birth Mum Cindy (a Mini Foxy who is about 10 years old) and my Aunty Five (a Pomeranian who is about 14 years old). I don’t know my Dad, but that’s okay since I’m loved by everyone that matters to me. I came into the world after Grandpa let my Mum and Aunty go out for their usual afternoon walks. One day, they decided not to come back, and later found out that they both have ended up at the local pound, much to the distress of our owners. About 60 days later, my brother William and I came in to the world, so clearly Mum wasn’t just going for a walk and enjoying the scenery. We never got to know Dad, but he must have been cute like us, and we’re sure that he is keeping an eye on us from a distance. My owners came up with the name William and Harry, and since I have the ginger hair I ended up with Harry. Since four mutts in one house is bit much to handle, a decision had to be made between keeping William or me. Despite my good looks and charm, I was clearly the runt of the litter, so it was decided that I stay. William has gone to a good home with family friends. I miss my brother, but it eases the pain knowing that he is well provided for and loved by the family who adopted him. I have the best Grandpa who spoils me with lots of toys. I especially love the one’s that squeak because they makes funny noises and chewing on them is much more entertaining. Sometimes, I get extremely excited when I see my owners, and just between us I sometimes pee uncontrollably which drives my Grandpa mad. Grandma is quite cheeky, because she loves me and she doesn’t want me to get into trouble, and she tries to hide it by quickly wiping the mess I made when Grandpa is not looking. I occasionally meet with my good friend Dora. I can be a bit tormenting but we have developed a strange friendship over time. I learnt a new trick from meeting Dora. If you act like a big girl and scratch at bedroom doors at night, you usually get your way. I have tried this with Granny and now sleep in bed with Granny and Grandpa wrapped up in a baby blanket, just the way I like it. This is much nicer than sleeping in the cold laundry room with my Mum. My owner has started to dress me up in funny outfits. I try to wiggle my way out, but always end up having it back on. They all think I look cute in them but I think I look silly. Lastly, I am also known as Hef, because of my resemblance to a famous guy with lots of girlfriends who lives in a mansion. | 
