Harry is a Border Terrier. He was born in July 2000, and was named after Harry Potter. His pedigree name is Bramble Keeper. He enjoys walking, and playing games with golf balls and sticks and doing this blog.
Harry spent Christmas with Barry and Eileen in the small village of Gleastone in Cumbria. The village is in a narrow valley. An old Mill is the most well known attraction. But there is also a tumble down castle with a cow sheds built against the walls. Houses here are flooded by the Beck from time to time. Harry loved it there.
Key skills for dogs like Harry don't involve any writing reading and arithmetic. If we had not taken Harry away from the farm where he was born, he might have turned into a ratter like his dad. Harry shows here one of the key skills of a ratter - the desire to pursue his quarry down a hole.
Walking along the river I sometimes drape Harry's lead round my neck. Well today I did that, but after a bit I realised the lead was gone, and I couldn't find it. The only thing I could find to use instead was this hazard tape, left over from the flood.
Whenever we cross Drayton Road and go into Ladygrove Meadow, Harry goes mad, and starts dashing round like a March hare. (It is his old patch you see, and he starts picking up the scents of friends from puppyhood).
Today he even met one of his oldest and dearest friends 'Shadow.' In the picture Harry is running up the bank after being in the Ock, and Shadow is saying to him 'Still crazy after all these years!'.
Shadow's owner, told me all the news about the local dogs, and about who has been flooded out by the 'little' River Ock. Many people have temporary caravans in their front gardens - using the caravans as a downstairs until things get sorted.
Harry's cousin Duke has just passed away so sad news. Duke was a Doberman Labrador cross, and belonged to my sister.
Duke taught Harry to swim. Well, Harry used to be so besotted with Duke that he followed him everywhere, and one day Duke ran into a local Abingdon lake to try to get away from the pesky new puppy.. It only came up to Duke's tummy. But a very surprised Harry suddenly found himself swimming.
You can see in this picture taken a few years ago that Duke would rather be left in peace.
In his youth, Duke was quite a handful.
Like many big dogs, his legs started to give way. He'd also gone almost blind. So the sad deed was done. He was taken down to the vet wrapped in his favourite blanket....
Dog books say that the face of the Border Terrier resembles that of an Otter.
Harry went for a drink on a steep bank and ended up falling in.
At that point an excited Rottweiler appeared from the undergrowth and started barking at Harry. So Harry decided not to get out immediatly. In fact he got out on the far bank and waited until the coast was clear.
A very early picture of Harry where as a puppy he had a much darker coat. Before we got him he had been roaming a farm with his wild sister, the one the owners said would be too headstrong for people not used to training dogs. They were running together chasing a film cannister, a version of the game Harry still loves to this day.