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India's Love
My name is India and I am the quiet diva
of the house. Dad picked me out of a private litter when mom was about to give
up on Harley. Don't get me wrong, mom would never really give up on any of us,
she was just a little disappointed over the fact that Harley liked to be left alone. Anyway, dad picked me out because I
was all ears and paws (double on the front) and before we even reached our house, I had climbed up behind mom's
neck and was wrapped around her like a mink stole. I just decided I liked her and
that I could stay with her forever.
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In the next three days Harley made my life pretty hard. She spit, clawed and generally told me that I was an unwelcome addition to "Her" house. Mom looked up one night not too long after and saw two tails hanging down from the windowsill. She could see Harley's white fur, but I blended into the night. She knew we would be OK after that. I just kept jumping on her head until she loved me (ya, right...). I taught Harley the fine art of making a human love you. Always be there for them, be quiet and soft, listen to them rant, lay on them when they are crying and purr ALOT. Oh, most important, let them think they run the house.
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