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.
As Harry gets older he prefers doing familiar walks, but I want novelty and try to explore new ways. This can lead to conflicts. In this picture Harry has stopped and will go no further. I say 'Come on Harry!'
It is not that the water is deep. He has come through the deeper parts and is now in shallows but we are going outside where we normally walk. So he stops.
A lady says to me seeing him standing there with reflection, "They have such character."
Not sure whether it is character or stubbornness - maybe they are the same thing.
Harry was upset by the barriers put up during the recent floods. Some stopped him going on his normal walks through the Margaret Brown Gardens, and the Ock Valley Walk. As a result he only got a walk round the block some mornings. Things are back to normal and Harry can go places now.
Our usual footpaths were under water today but that did not stop Harry. He has no fear of water. He just wanted me to throw the stick. He even did a trick the children taught him, raising a paw, to try to get me to throw it quicker, before splashing off after it.
Harry met a great variety of dogs on the walk round Radley Lake today. They were mostly terriers and labrador/retrievers but he did meet three huge dogs, two Great Danes and then this dog. The owners said it was an I-i-- -o---ou-- (fill in the missing consonants).
This picture was taken on Friday when Harry was trying to stop me getting the stick by running into the River Ock.
Since then the River Ock has got much deeper, after heavy rain, and Harry has had to find other places to run away with his stick.
We saw a great Saint Bernard in the River Ock today, at this same point. The water nearly went over his back it was so deep. Harry was very interested and ran down to have a look. I'm afraid to say he got in the way and nearly tripped the owner up - who was trying to pull the Saint Bernard up the slippery bank.
Last night Harry went downstairs and found the food waste bin was not locked, and inside was 3/4 of a Victoria Sponge. That is a lot of cake for a little dog ... so I took him on an extra long walk this morning to try and walk it off.
There was no sign that it had spoiled his appetite. He ate breakfast and tea with no trouble, and was not trying to eat grass - the usual sign of indigestion.
Both Harry and Pushkin live for their food. Harry makes a trip down to the kitchen when everybody else is in bed to check out whether any scraps of food have been left on the floor. Pushkin will wake us at 5 am demanding food.
The picture was taken at 5pm - round about mealtime. Harry and Pushkin are attentively watching to see whether they are about to be fed.
Harry and me went to St Michael's Church on world labyrinth day - a day when lots of people round the world were walking different labyrinths. I kept to the labyrinth path and Harry was all over the place. But we got to the centre together and paused to be thankful for what had been a long walk in a very short space.
We have made a copy of the Abingdon Labyrinth, as shown in an ancient book from Abingdon Abbey. You can expand by clicking the image and trace with your mouse or finger. It will be difficult if you use a smart phone to read this blog. But Good luck.
Back in 2000 we got a puppy and called him Harry, and at the same time, unknown to us, our relatives in Hull, also got a dog and called him Harry. Sad to say that the other Harry passed away earlier this year, and Thomas, my nephew, made a collage as a Birthday present for his sister - which made her cry.
Thomas has also got a tattoo of the Other Harry's poor print as a lasting reminder.
We met a dog trainer at the Abingdon Wedding fair. She said that people often want dogs to take part in weddings. The most popular request is for the dog to walk down the aisle off the lead by themselves. They can also be dressed up like flower dog girls or as a ring bearer. Anything is possible with time, and a little training.
Lisa suggested we swap dogs. Lisa sometimes finds Noah, her dog, a bit of a handful , and thinks that Harry's calm temperament would make life much easier. So we have swapped for a trial period.
Just to say to anybody who is worried about the change - Lisa is one of the nicest people you could possibly meet and will take very great care of Harry. I will be able to visit him anytime to do the blog.
First time I have seen Harry quite so close to Pushkin. Harry yawns on waking with his head resting on Pushkin.
Pushkin has a facebook page where he says things like "Debating on differnt (sic) ways to get away with hitting the little brother Harry..." but actually he is not that bad. I think he just says things like that for show.
We took Harry to the pub and rather than just curling up and relaxing under the table he was full of nervous energy. He was trembling. There were two other dogs in the pub, a white curly dog, and a black Labrador. Harry wanted to go and play but we were not too sure.
If Harry knocks his ball under the sofa then normally it can be got out with a stick - kept for that purpose. But on other occasions when the golf ball is unreachable,the sofa has to be lifted so Harry can get the ball.
First snowfall of the winter. Not the light fluffy stuff that drives Harry wild, but plenty of trails to sniff, and lots of big footsteps that need investigating. He is probably trying to work out which are mine.
I just missed a nice photo opportunity. There were two large dark dogs, and Harry was looking between them at me. But the camera takes a second or two to turn on and point. I caught Harry a moment later when the big dogs had moved away. Harry is far more interested in big dogs than dogs his own size. He even drops his stick to follow them.
Harry and me had a nice walk in the frost. Me taking photographs. Harry sniffing.
A man and a dog came by. There is a picture of the dog sniffing Harry as Harry sniffs one of the many scent posts put in by the local council.
In the next minute or so I took a few more pictures.
This is a detail from the final picture before I realised Harry was no longer with me. In fact if I'd looked at the final picture I would have seen that Harry had followed the man and dog and gone under the bridge (red circled).
I started looking around, calling 'Harry!'
By the time I did get to the bridge he was no longer in sight. I asked a couple of dog walkers. But they hadn't seen Harry as pictured in an earlier image on the camera. So I started looking round more this side ...
After 10 minutes searching I ran home to get the bike to explore the other side of the bridge.
Before leaving home I checked the answer phone and was relieved to hear that Harry had been found and somebody had read his tag and taken him to the vets. A few minutes later I met a very trembly Harry at the vets. He hates the vets. (He had tagged onto a big group of dogs and people and followed them down the river to Abingdon Lock, and then the people realised Harry wasn't with any of them.)