Harley our five year old male Miniature Pinscher has been missing since September 1999.
Mysteriously that day, our back gate had got opened and our dog's, Harley and Comet
went for a stroll.
We are the last house on a dead end street with only five small streets in our plan.
The rest of the area is wooded, with many trails.
Not often in the previous two years that we lived here had our dogs got loose.
And then that was by a family member not paying attention.
Our other dog Comet, was half husky and shepherd.
Harley would normally run only a few neighbors yards away and return within the hour.
He is just a small Min Pin with short hair that shivers in mild weather.
When he was a pup, you could hold him in the palm of your hand.
Like a lot of them, he picks from time to time eating his food.
Also he is very protective of his home and family.
They appear mean, but are some of the most lovable animals around.
Harleys eyesight was not keen, but his hearing was unsurpassable.
Not able to chew you up, but he would let you know if anything or one even came close to
your home.

He got his first and last name from my favorite motorcycle.
His middle name ( Bad Boy ) came from his misbehaving, wanting to chew everything up
as a pup and from the series "COPS", we used to watch together.
On a couple occasions he had made me mad and I threatened and offered to give him to
people I knew whom would take good care of him.
But I know that I could have never really given him up.
He was a member of my family and like all my family, no matter how close or far away
they may be, they will always be!
Any way on that dreadful Friday before Labor day, my elderly parents were
baby-sitting my granddaughter here.
Everyone else had been at work or school.
My mother who was on the porch at the time she had heard the dogs commotion,
but no one went back to see.
The first three weeks I had pushed myself trying to find him.
I think I know every trail and inch of the woods since.
Put up posters, called the local and not local dog pounds.
Called the police a few times and then put a report in with them.
Called everyone I could find who has something to do with animals around here.
Posted him lost with every lost and found that I could find in the area and on the net.
Talked to as many neighbors as I could find and even put out picture flyers to all the
neighbors.
I imagine some of the neighbors may think I am a little loony, walking the streets and
woods at night calling for him, singing the theme to "COPS", and blowing the dog whistle.
But it had been very hard on the whole family, things were just not the same
without him around.
Not being able to find a trace of him in the woods or on the roads, still leaves me with the
belief that he has to be with someone somewhere.
He is still very much missed and wanted.
He would be going on eleven years old now.
And even though we never were rich, we were offering a nice Reward for his return.
We Never did find anything about what happened!


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