Harley arrived on Sunday the 10th of September 2017.  I had such high expectations.  Silly me.  I was missing Jazzy and missing my brother and I just thought if I could fill part of the gigantic hole in my heart it would help.  WRONG!  Harley for what ever reason has bonded with Brian.  And I don't mean a little bit either.  I mean full blown wolf bonded with him.  There are times Harley won't even let me pick him up.  How's that for kick in the gut?  It's as if God is still punishing me or still allowing all the ugliness of pain and sorrow to continue in my life.  OK, so be it.  Grief is not done with me yet.....  Ok, I get it.  Granted we are only on day 3.  Perhaps after some time Harley will bond a little with me.  Only time will tell.  But my experience with dogs and poodles especially is once the bond is made, not much can break it.  It's nice to see Brian show so much compassion to wee pup.