Harley
Happy, brave, and very motivated by biscuits. Eyes open, tail busy.
Friends who make every day the Best. Day. Ever.
The core crew who roll, roam, and remember snacks.
Happy, brave, and very motivated by biscuits. Eyes open, tail busy.
Steady hands, warm heart — and he usually remembers the snacks.
Cozy wheels with room for plushies, maps, and midnight meteor watching.
Always up for a gravel detour and a muddy photo op.
Beloved side characters who pop in for special adventures.
Wizard of fixes, pies, and good advice. Often accompanied by Daisy.
Small but mighty friend; zoomies enabled on arrival.
A wish on a falling star combined with a Christmas miracle.
Farm-born, flour-dusted, and the friendly face behind Town’s warmest café, The Buttered Biscuit.
The neighbourhood crew who make every walk a parade.
Don’t let the fluff fool you — Bandit’s my backup! If I sound the alarm, he’s already sprinting over, all eight pounds of pure courage and confidence.
Brody’s allergic to grass. And chicken. And maybe even air. But you’d never know it — he runs like the wind and plays like a champ. His fur’s wild, his spirit’s wilder, and I think he’s amazing.
If there’s a ball, Dottie’s already chasing it — and she’s fast! I can bark all I want, but by the time I get there, she’s already back with it, tail wagging and ready to go again.
Frankie’s the smart one — calm, careful, and always thinking. He can solve anything, from a squeaky toy mystery to who took the last biscuit. I try to keep up, but honestly? He’s three moves ahead.
Gregor sometimes hangs back like he’s not sure he belongs — but he does. Every time I wag at him, his tail starts up too. He’s quiet, kind, and one of the best pals a dog could have.
Louie’s my bro — always ready when things get serious! The rest of the time, he’s barking at clouds, eating grass, or wandering around looking dazed. He’s a goof, but he’s my goof.
Messi’s fast — like, really fast. He’s from somewhere called Colorado, which sounds fancy, and he loves curling up in Dad’s coat when it’s cold. He’s one of my oldest pals… and yeah, he can have Dad’s lap. I don’t mind.
Poppy might be little, but she’s all attitude and energy. She runs straight up, yaps once for good measure, and then covers me in face kisses. I pretend to hate it… but maybe I don’t.
Rosie’s been my best friend since we were pups. She’s tough on the outside and doesn’t warm up to new dogs fast — but with me? She’s all heart. We’ve shared snacks, sleepovers, and road trips. She’s my partner in everything.
Simon used to follow me everywhere — I mean everywhere! But now he’s all grown up and looks after his brothers just like I used to look after him. He still plays fetch like a champ,so I know there’s still a pup in there ready to zoom!
This is Vinnie — Messi’s little brother. He calls me ‘Mr. Harley,’ which, I mean, fair — I am kind of a big deal. He might be tiny, but he’s got a heart as big as a tennis ball.
Gunther. The cat next door. Thinks he owns the fence, the yard, and probably the moon. He moves like smoke, stares like a statue, and plots things I can’t even begin to sniff out. He’s clever. To clever.
Harley’s Canada Collection
Lake monster. Actually a lake sweetie.
Big, fuzzy, and calm. Snack-sharing negotiator.
Tiny dino. Huge roar (in spirit).
Pink, floppy ears, and a gentle “oink of encouragement.”
Wings for days; optimism for miles.
Song of the sea and a smile that squeaks.
Pinch-proof, promise. Loves tide talk.
Clever grin; sand-dune naps expert.
He’s really Dad’s. On loan to Harley.
As olde worlde as a cow can be.
Beak bop enthusiast. Fishy puns unavoidable.
Snow snuggles professional. Aurora fan.
Blue eyes, bright spirit, winter ready.
Shiny-thing collector. Also: storyteller.