Harold is our newest member of the family. He was found at my work and was in need of a home at the same time that fate left us with a vacancy. He helped us all (Including Henry our other fuzzy buddy) through a rough patch.
If I am honest, I have recently been worried about whether or not Harold is "all there". He is an adorable and loving dog, but he often has a vacant expression that leaves you wondering what he is thinking, or if he thinks at all. He struggles with some of the things that I would expect that a dog his age shouldn't have any difficulties with like avoiding "accidents". Every time he is left at home, regardless of the duration, we are almost sure to find a wet spot in the same general area of the carpet. It has become somewhat of a running joke as a means of maintaining our sanity about the situation. He is freaked out by noises no matter how may times he hears them. He will chew his racquetball for hours on end and get excited when it pops out of his mouth mid chew - even for the hundredth time.
Tonight as I fret over the uncertainties of life I am able to lean a lesson even from Harold, particularly a dubious source. His doggie IQ could certainly be debated, but what is unquestionable is that he is happy. This leads me to believe that maybe, just maybe, he thinks just the right amount.
