
Single female seeks forever companion
Young, dark haired gal with soulful, mocha eyes is seeking someone who enjoys long walks, cooking together, watching movies in bed and taking a spin down a dirt road together. Enjoys quiet, down time as well as the company of good friends equally. Loves to give hugs and believes that hugging is a whole body contact sport. This also translates to cuddling, but don’t get any ideas, guys! She’s not *that* kind of girl. Slow and steady is the way to her heart. Very athletic, takes her figure seriously, but loves her couch-potato time. Easy to get along with, but prefers to be the only object of your affection.

Harriet Photo by Matt Ehnes Photography http://mattehnes.com
Now that my people have told you a little about me, let me tell you about myself. My Name is Harriet, at least that is what I go by these days. That is what the nice people call me, and I figure, why fight it? Back in January, I was cold, hungry and scared. Really scared! My last people took me to a place on a dirt road where I thought I got to run and play, but they left me. I was scared. I was alone, and I didn’t know what to do. I looked for nice people, but I wasn’t sure if all people were nice. I found a house and went inside. It was nice. I was warm, and there was a bed for me to sleep on. But, I scared the people, and they scared me. I ran when they tried to catch me. I ran fast and far. I just wanted to be safe, but I was scared. I went back later that night and went in through the cat door. I found a chair to lay in, and the people came home again. I wanted to trust them, but I wasn’t sure. They used the little lighty thing that they carry around in their pocket. They talk into it sometimes and the tap on it with their people-paws a lot. I don’t know what it is, but the people used it to talk to some other people. Some of the same people that I ran away from earlier that day came back to see me. They talked softly to me, they gave me stuff they called “sausage”. I don’t know what it was but as hard as I tried to ignore them and hope they would go away and wouldn’t see how scared I was, I just couldn’t ignore the yummy meat stuff anymore! The tall man with the long hair, he was my favorite of the people right away. When he tried to go outside, I thought “I should follow him! he will keep me safe! I just know it!” So, I left with him and went to his house. His woman person is pretty ok too. She loves on me and she feeds me and walks me, but she is kind of bossy. Always “Sit. Stay. Don’t jump on me. Don’t chase the kitties. Be nice to the doggie on the other side of the fence.” I didn’t know a person could have so many rules! But she’s ok to cuddle with at the end of the day. I’ve met lots of nice people since I have been with the tall man and the bossy woman. People who walk me, and teach me how to be a nice dog. I thought I knew how to be a good dog, I really did! But I am learning so much and I really want to do the things that all of these people say make me a good dog. I try really hard not to chase the cats and the little fluffy dog on the other side of the fence, but sometimes I just can’t help it. For awhile when I came to the nice people’s house, I was sad. I wasn’t happy all the time, just happy when they were petting me and staying with me. It makes me really nervous when they leave. I’m learning that they always come back, though. They have these really bright colored roll-y/bouncy things that they call a “ball”. I don’t care what they’re called. They’re fun to chew on and chase. They said I will be good at fetch, but I don’t know what that is. All I know is that they say they know that the perfect person is out there for me somewhere. I like the sound of “The perfect person”. It makes me happy. I am working really hard to be the perfect dog for the perfect person. Is that you? The nice people say my perfect person is an “experienced dog person”. What does that mean? I think every nice person should be a dog person. But that’s ok. They also say that my perfect person will let me have the run of the house and especially the bed. They say I deserve to be a princess and should not have to share. I kinda like that idea. They say my perfect person will be home a lot or take me with them. I don’t understand why the perfect dog and the perfect person would ever want to be away from each other. If you want to meet me, take a nice walk and get to know each other, you can contact my people at erinkecpc@gmail.com or jeremysecpc@gmail.com or on the Pittie Committee Website. They cry about me occasionally. They worry that my perfect person won’t find me and they might not “try hard enough” to find my forever person. I am sure that they will. Can you help the nice people spread the word about me? I will do my best to be the good dog they tell you I am. I swear it.
XOXO, Harriet. (The peoples say the XOXO means hugs and kisses. I like hugs AND kisses…)
P.S. Big thank you to Matt Ehnes for making my pictures look so good. The Bossy Lady says that he made my pictures as pretty as I really am. You can see more of his pretty pictures here.
*Harriet speak translated by Erin (AKA the Bossy Lady)