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My name isn’t Sally. But I wish it were. A lifetime of happiness with my perfect match, a.k.a., 3 year-old Harry? That’s a Hollywood ending if ever there were one. I don’t know if it was his ebony coat, his gorgeous white markings, his long, ever-wagging tail, or those adorable bat ears, but I was taken with Harry right from the start. Easily leashed, we quickly set off on our walk where Harry shows me he’s more than just a handsome face. He handles his business straight away, and then trots calmly and easily right by my side (always on the side). Once at the park, Harry is nothing but smiles. He ignores passing pups, both large and small, skips excitedly towards a pile of leaves, jumps in it, and then gleefully looks up at me, his eyes full of light. It’s abundantly clear to everyone that Harry’s having a great time, with one passerby even exclaiming, “I’ll have what he’s having!” We pause on a bench where Harry snuggles up against me, showering me with kisses and endless, furry hugs. It’s now just us two, alone in perfect peace and quiet, Harry laying across my lap as if we’ve been friends for years. I once heard, “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” Well it took me minutes to realize that about Harry. How long will it take you?