Yesterday, my wife and I were muscling an old, heavy mattress and box spring out of the Hoarding House. First the mattress into a corner. The whole while, Harley was underfoot. Then the box spring was carried out with the frequent “careful Harley’s right behind you”. The box spring went into space and away we were to the next load.
Minutes passed and then there was a distant whimper, then whine. “That’s Harley. Where is he?”
The sounds were followed to the matt and box. The box spring was pulled away to reveal the always underfoot Harley! His initial look was one of panic, however, at the point of our laughs and amusement, Harley broke into a grin.
