RIP
Harry Houdini, Canine Escape Artist
My parents large, primary, outside dog
1993(?)- 29 May 2006

Harry was most likely a college puppy. Some college student got him, then when he got to be too much trouble, took him outside the city and dumped him.

My parents didn’t want a new dog, but he kept hanging around the house, so eventually my mom bought a bag of generic dog kibble. Harry wouldn’t touch the stuff. So after investing in real dog food, he was then taken to the vet for shots (and other things) and became part of the family.

Years later, when mom was complaining about how finicky Harry had been about his food, Brian said, “Of course he wouldn’t eat generic dog food, I was working at Burger King and bringing him home leftover hamburgers at night.”