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.
It has been a busy time over Christmas. There have been so very many things for Harry to do. For one thing, he has to make sure all the poor doggies out on the doggy walks around Abingdon were given a doggy treat for Christmas.
But now Boxing Day is here, Harry can hang up his red hat until next year.
We saw no boats came sailing in on Christmas Day on Christmas Day because the boats were frozen in on Christmas Day in the morning. Merry Christmas all the same from a land locked Harry at Abingdon Marina.
Harry had a nice walk in the snow and scampered around in the strange white stuff. It was falling so fast that if he had stayed in the same place too long he might well have turned into a snow dog. So we kept moving and every now and then Harry gave himself a good shake. Harry could even lick the snow off the tip of his nose.
A 'dog in a manger' is a phrase referring to a dog who does not want to eat the hay but wants to prevent other animals from so doing. It is a term for a spiteful, mean spirited creature.
Harry is not being a 'dog in a manger' in that sense. He is a a dog who would rather not be in the manger. But I am holding a treat to get him to sit there for his photo - which is why he is begging with paw up. Something our children taught him when he was a puppy.
It looked very nice to us. There were some newly landscaped parts with lakes and a huge sundial with seats, some grassland, a cemetery, some lovely old houses, and a cut through woods. But Harry was not enjoying the walk. Every step was made with a heavy paw as if to say "I want to go home, and be curled up on the sofa"
On Thursday Harry was interviewed for an article about dog blogs to go in the January edition of Your Dog magazine . Harry has been on Radio Oxford and in the Oxford Mail before, but this is the first time he has been approached by a national dog publication - and so is understandably excited.
Now Harry has started to do more computer work himself (namely the silly twitter thing) he is to be found often resting by the computer trying to compose another tweet. The strain is beginning to tell as you can see from this picture. He does not seem to realise that is what people like about him is his innocence. Hopefully he will realise before it is too late.
I have finally found Harry's tweet. It is called Harry Dog Tweet. Last weekend Harry had a walk in a completely new field he had never been to before. There was an extra spring in his step and an extra alertness to his nose because it was so new. The field can be found by driving to the Village of Appleford and taking the footpath to Long Wittenham.
Harry has opened up a twitter account somewhere but I have not yet been able to find it to tell you where it is yet. He has already done his first tweet about a squeaky ball he found. But as with much that goes on in Harry's life I am the last one to know. For all I know he may have a facebook account as well. If any one does find his twitter can you please let me know so I can link to it.
Harry has just been let out into the garden. He looks back and says "Come and play with me!" He wants to play ball, but Grandma who let him out does not want to play ball. She thinks Harry should play by himself. Photo by Grandma.
Harry was left with his Grandma for a week while we went away. First thing that struck us on the return was how white he was looking. Perhaps old age is creeping up on us all - Harry not excepted. After a week apart we start remembering younger days and as a puppy Harry had quite a dark face.
On his first walk Harry was often absorbed - checking scent marks.
He slept happily after the walk and a meal remembering familar smells in a dream.
Harry is off on his summer holiday and will be taking a well earned break from doing this blog next weekend. He hopes to come back refreshed and with lots of fresh ideas about how to take this blog to the next doggy level.
Harry nearly met Nick Clegg, the Deputy Primeminister today. Nearly but not quite. The chemistry was not quite right. Harry was more interested in sniffing something on the pavement. Nick Clegg was being quickly ushered between the Guildhall and a waiting car.
England were outplayed by Germany. After that huge huge disappointment then should England decide that they need a new manager to replace Fabio Capello - the man with the trademark spectacles - Harry will be ready. He would like to see some young greyhounds on the wings and a bulldog as captain, and is open to suggestions for other positions...
Harry is a bit worried about the tail like object the Morris Man is holding. After a quick pose, Harry decided it was not too wise to hang around too long. He did not want to turn into a tickling stick. You never do know with these ancient traditions what they get up to.
Concerning the nil-nil draw against Algeria, Harry would have like to see more passion from the England players. All the flags draping the land. People spend all their savings to go to South Africa to watch and then the players look like they can't be bothered.
Harry got on very well with the little pig after an uneasy start. Harry was a bit unsure at first because he thought he might have to share the ball with the pig. But the pig turned out to be real fun to play with because he let Harry have the ball all the time.
I just wonder whether he needs a bigger world than we can give him. We have done what we can for him, but he may well have bigger ideas. There is a whole world out there. Maybe one day he will decide to leave us to see what is out there and just catch a lift to somewhere different.
Harry put some money in the tin for the Alzheimer's collection, and got a little sticker so the next person with a collecting tin would know he had already paid. He is having a rest under the garden bench next to the gnome still weraing the A for Alzheimer's and seems lost in his own thoughts about this that and quite possibly the other.
Lots of people dancing in town today. This group with blackened faces and tatterred clothes are called the Armaleggan Morris. They dance in the Border Morris style. Harry is a doggy in the Border terrier style so they got on.
Harry chased another cat out of the garden this morning. It was Pushkin's friend.
The Cat Protection League may well have a file on Harry by now with some Mut Shots to warn cats what to look out for. This would be the profile... the front view... and the view from above so that he is recognisable to any cat considering jumping down into our garden from the wall or fence.
Harry ate so much grass on his walk this morning, and then did not want his real food. He was not even interested in a treat. So something is wrong. He is happy enough in himself though and will play games.
We have just been to the Zoo, and there are pictures on my Not Abingdon blog. But having transferred the images from the camera to the computer I got a bit if a shock. I was not really shocked to see this Hamadryas Baboon from Africa... nor was I shocked to see this Indonesian Babirusa, a very rare and unique animal which has the looks of a pig but the insides of a hippo. What shocked me was to see that Harry, an English Border Terrier, had got among the zoo animals.
Harry and me got four bags of compost and took them over to Cumnor for my mum. Harry likes visiting my mum but this visit was very confusing as she was not in, so after unloading the compost we went away again without seeing her. This walk in the mud and the rain in the fields nearby must have seemed a bit of an anti-climax to Harry.
The start of the Abingdon Arts Festival and as in previous years different artists each paint a part of a famous painting which is then assembled together. The event is called Bigging Up Titian - as they are doing Bacchus and Ariadne by Titian. "I thought somebody said Biggin' up Tintin."
Dear Lord... We pray for all the poor dogs who haven't got a proper home, and for all the poor dogs in the Battersea dogs home who are still looking for a home, and for all the poor dogs who have to go to the vet in the next week. Amen.
We went for a walk alongside the riverside this morning (pictures are on the Abingdon Blog) and I got some way before realising Harry was no longer with me. He wasn't even in the same field.
So I went back and found him standing at this point. It was his way of saying "This far and no further". He has not been that well during the last week, and was certainly not up for a trek all the way to Culham. He is now at my feet, sleeping off what was a very short walk.
There was a charity stall, under the County Hall, raising money for Helen and Douglas House - the local hospice for young people. Harry is just showing that he supports this good cause, especially after the ladies running the stall made such a fuss of him. He got very waggy tailed and excited going first to one then the other. If you hurry, you may still catch them, and they might even make a fuss of you too - that last bit is addressed to dogs.