Harry and The Crow

The crow appeared a little too casual when I walked by. It seemed more interesting in finding food then escaping from me.

But when Harry saw the crow he gave chase - barking excitedly. The crows only option was to fly away.

Harry and The Smart Phone

 We haven't worked out how to do Harry's Blog from a Smart Phone yet. So as usual it comes from the laptop.

Harry and the rug of invisibility

Like Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility. there are places where it is hard to see where the living room rug begins and Harry ends. The power of the rug grows with age, and one day Harry may be hidden completely.

Harry goes to the Vet

The vet says Harry is a healthy dog and that we don't not need to worry. Although he trembled so much when she tried to examine him that she could not get a good pulse reading.

She gave him some metacam to help ease the arthritis in his hind legs. It is early days yet but he did seem to be walking better today.

Encouraging Harry to walk

I did the normal lunchtime walk today with Harry.

Sometimes he can be a little slow. At one point I realised he was no longer following me and went back and found him laying down in the sun, next to a tree stump - as though that was the most natural thing in the world to do.

So I said 'Come on Harry' and encouraged him to walk further.

 The picture shows him bright eyed and ready to follow a few moments later.

Harry and the Poundland Ball

A few days ago Harry's football got a tear from Harry's teeth and within seconds was no good for anything.

The football only cost a pound and provided months of entertainment so there are no complaints.

We went back to the same shop, where everything costs a pound and got another ball. The design may have changed but it is just as good.

Harry and the joy of runnng

In the mornng I had to entice Harry to keep going over quite a short walk. He just wanted to be back home fast asleep.

In the afternoon everything had changed. He might dawdle for a short while, sniffing a patch of particular interest, but then the next he put in a sprint of joyful speed - running is such a joy to a dog.

Harry walks away with a stick

Border Terriers can be tenacious. After a struggle, Harry got the stick he was after.

Harry on cat duty

A lot of new cats have moved into the neighbourhood recently. We now have two cats - not just the one Harry has known for years.

The new cat dashes around madly and often goes up the chimney.

A lady over the way had three kittens left on her front door step which have now grown up. So Harry spends more time on cat duty in our garden than ever before. He will get excited and bark at cats that don't belong, and sometimes by mistake even barks at cats that do.

From little noises uttered in sleep - half barks - it appears that there are cats there too - in dreamland.

Harry and the strange lead day

A strange thing happened the other day. Harry and me were out walking when we realised we had lost Harry's lead (leash in US parlance).

I asked a couple with their dog if they had seen a red lead.

They said they had not, but they too had lost their dog lead and were looking for it, and they'd never ever lost a dog lead before. (I must admit we have, several times.)

Later that day my wife went to a friend's house where there were two dogs near each other tethered with leads. A little while later the dogs were heard and seen bounding round the house. Both had managed to chew through each other's lead.

Harry gets groomed at Honey Bottom Kennels

We drove Harry down to Honey Bottom Kennels, between Steventon and Hanney, for his annual strip and trim. Being a border terrier most of his old fur just pulls out this time of year to reveal the newer sleeker Harry underneath. He now looks very smart.

Harry and The Football

Harry will very soon ruin a good football but while a football lasts it provides Harry lots of fun and games. We got Harry this ball for £1 a couple of days ago, and he never tires of playing with it - as the video shows.

Harry and the lost dogs' toy

Harry started today by eating Pushkin's special diet food - prescribed for cats with overactive thyroid gland. I don't think it did him any harm. I just cut back on his Baker's dog food as an antidote.

Harry then went for a walk over the other side of the River Thames, chasing sticks, until we came across a lost and broken dogs' toy. It looked up with sad entreating eyes saying "Be my friend! Play with me!"

But Harry just looked the other way.

I'm sure there will be other dogs that will be interested.

Harry's take on the anti Dog Crap Campaign

Ugly notices have appeared all along the Back Street saying "Area Under Surveillance - £50 penalty for dog fouling."

Most dog owners are very conscientious in picking up their own dog's crap nowadays. But apparently there is one particular dog owner that is letting the side down.
 
There is a BBC Radio 4 programme called The Manifesto where people came up with ideas to make their area better. When it came from Bridport in Dorset last week the second favorite idea was "anybody walking a dog should pick up any dog crap they pass."

Don't let your felllow creatures down. Clear up after yourself. Worse thing is the plastic that comes with alcohol cans. I have seen it strangling a duck.

Harry Flying

This picture of Harry was taken just before he put his paw on the ejector button by mistake.

Harry on snow, sulking, ironing boards, and slimming

There was unexpected snow last Sunday and again today.

My wife has started trying to do joint dog walks with a friend, but noticed that Harry has started sulking when they spend a long time talking together. My wife wonders if this could be an old age thing. I think sulking is more a babyish thing.

Our daughter returned home this week bringing her kitten cat. The ironing board causes Harry to worry at the best of times, but this morning the kitten cat tried leaping onto the ironing board, and knocked it over. The kitten cat ran upstairs and Harry crept very very slowly out of the kitchen, at half his normal height, with tail between legs.

On her return, our daughter said that Harry must have been slimming. But he has not been on a deliberate diet. I think we are all looking slimmer since she was last here - at Christmas.

Harry on Mothering Sunday

It is Mothering Sunday (LAERTARE SUNDAY) here in the UK. The day when humans traditionally give daffodils and cards to mums

Harry hardly knew his real mother. All we can tell from looking at his Certificate of Pedigree is that she was called  Listener Girl. That was her pedigree name and may have differed from what they called her on the farm. If Harry could send her something nice it would probably not be a daffodil or card. It would be far better to send a nice stick. Harry could have got his love of chasing sticks from his mother, or maybe his father - quite possibly both.

Harry and the friendly dog

It is not every day that a female dog rolls on its back in front of Harry wagging her tail. Harry did sniff her to make sure she was OK, as any dog would. When she got up still wagging her tail Harry sniffed her once more before the owner led her away in the other direction.

Can You Walk Harry Please

Harry dreaming doggy dreams, sighing doggy sighs.

I took this picture in the Albert Park earlier today. Harry's attention was taken by something but I could not see what. He met quite a few dogs on the way, some familiar some not. A grey hound kept wanting to see him but the owner pulled it away from us, maybe worried about the encounter. We played catch stick for a bit then I put Harry on the lead as we approached some small children not because Harry is dangerous but because they or the parent might worry. You never know. Later he ran excitedly catching me up on a couple of occasions when he had got left behind. When we got home there was no food to be had and I went out to get him a new box of dog food sachets. He skidded on the floor running to greet me. Now he is fast asleep, dreaming doggy dreams, sighing doggy sighs.