Confession from a very bad dog owner

I was left alone to look after Harry for the week and the only thing my wife asked before going away was that I didn't forget to keep Harry's water bowl filled.

I took Harry out today and when we got to the little beach near Abingdon Weir, Harry went for a paddle and then just drank and drank.

I have to confess that when I got home, I found that Harry's water bowl was bone dry.

Harry not looking himself

Harry has been to Honey Bottom Kennels to have his hair stripped.

We should have told the lady that he wanted to keep his moustache.

We have been keeping a low profile on the blog to give it time to grow back. Harry is a little worried that visitors will see his picture and not believe it is him.