Harriett’s Corner by Harriett – April 23, 2013


HARRIETHello! My name is Harriett! I am Amish! However, I have been called a Golden Retriever by many humans. This is my first time writing a newspaper column! Mom thought I should tell you a little about me, that I should write a BIO about myself. Now I am not sure what a BIO is but mom is helping me write my stories until I learn how to write and, oh yeah, stop eating the newspapers! Mom sure knows how to spoil the fun of writing this column!

Harriett! I am Amish! However, I have been called a Golden Retriever by many humans. This is my first time writing a newspaper column! Mom thought I should tell you a little about me, that I should write a BIO about myself. Now I am not sure what a BIO is but mom is helping me write my stories until I learn how to write and, oh yeah, stop eating the newspapers! Mom sure knows how to spoil the fun of writing this column!

I was born on a farm near Abbotsford. I had a twin brother however he died shortly after birth. Therefore, I am an only child. Just a few weeks after my birth the Amish farmers whisked me away from mommy and daddy and put me in a calf pen in a barn where I was raised with my barn cat buddies. Then on Christmas Eve, a tall human pulled into the driveway with his car. The Amish farmer came into the barn and again I was whisked away but this time from my barn cat buddies. The Amish farmer gently handed me over to the tall human and he carefully placed me into the car and off we went!

Now for some of us this would be a frightening experience! But to me this was very exciting! He took me to his home on Christmas Eve where I was a hit! I was the cutest little Christmas package my new mom, dad and family would ever have! Everyone wanted to hug me and hold me! Wow! This is great!

When they finally stopped cuddling me and let me down to run around, I found the gingerbread tree in the kitchen. Now a tree looked mighty familiar to me! Yippee! Ruff! I ran to the tree and – WOW! There were toys on the tree-Mom calls them ornaments-and I lay on my back batting around my new toys! Is this tree just for me? Wait! Mom looks confused! She told my new daddy that this puppy is acting like a cat! This is the moment when mom learned I was Amish and was raised with my barn cat buddies.

Now most of us cry for our natural parents the first few nights after being adopted, but not me! This is the life! This little Amish pup now has heat and indoor plumbing, however my new parents really weren’t very happy with my indoor plumbing experience! I had to learn that indoor plumbing is just for humans and I have to use the outdoor plumbing system. This doesn’t seem fair! I have a whole lot more to tell about me, but mom and I have to go for now. Mom did say that we will be back and to ask you all to visit me here again at the Enterprise! I have so much to write about!

Jump! Jump! Lick! Lick!  I mean…Hugs and kisses!!!

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