Harry has Mites

Not a good week for Harry. We took him to the vet and found that he has mites - which means we have to use special shampoo every day. So for a treat today we took him up on White Horse Hill.
Harry has always ignored sheep up to now but today - maybe it was the mites or the effect of the shampoo - Harry barked and tried to run at this sheep. The sheep did stamp at him first so it was not all Harry's fault.
Then a bit later Harry ran up the hill barking to try to get at this Paraglider. He must have thought it was a big bird.

Thats better

Thats better! This is where you belong Harry and not on The Abingdon Blog.

Harry is a Pedigree - No Joke

When I told somebody recently that Harry was a pedigree they laughed as if to say 'you are having me on.'

No, I am not joking, Harry is a pedigree Border Terrier. And very proud of his ancient lineage - dating back beyond the fake building he is sitting in. It is a folly. Harry is not.

Harry on The Trail

Harry discovered a trail of dead grass across, what is normally, the immaculate grass at Albert Park. He chews on his stick and considers the possibilities: could it be a toxic trail of wee from a very large and incontinent animal, could a football line painter full of grass burner have be stollen and pushed this way...

Has anyone out there got any ideas to help Harry out? As you can guess he hasn't got a clue.