About Harry

This is Harry’s dad, the “big dumb guy.” But you can call me Steve. I adopted Harry from a local rescue group a couple of months ago. I don’t know much about his life before he came to me, I don’t even know his exact age, but he apparently had a rough time of it. He was very angry and scared when he first came to me.

Now, he’s learning to trust me more and more. But I wanted to give him an outlet for his anger and frustration. I figured what better place than a blog? I think he’s having fun writing, but he still stares at me sometimes like I’m Frankenstein’s monster.