About a year ago my step dad came home with a dog. It was probably six weeks old I'm not for sure. When he brought him home I had a holy-cow-look on my face. We did not have a name for him so we decided to name him after my great grandpa his name was Harvey. My step dad told me he had bought it for me and him to go hunting so he could be our hunting dog. So every day I would try to take him outside and play fetch with him but he really didn't understand the concept of bringing the ball back he would run a after it but not bring it back. So we stopped that and he would just play inside all winter he would run down the hallway then slip and slide the rest of the way down the hallway. He would like to try and bite people. That didn't go over
