I adopted Harold not knowing his backstory. I only saw a picture online and immediately knew he was my dog. He came with a lot of baggage but over time he became confident, sassy and a true love. He loved me and I loved him. He was toothless so his tongue was always out. He had some trauma so one ear was up and other down. He was small but he didn't let that stop him from being the boss. Except with his sister, Nellie, who he loved so much. He was my Harold, my Harry, my Haribo, my BoBear, my Boop, my Schmoop, my love.