Ding, ding, ding went the bell....

A while ago we took a ride to the big dog store, that place where I can open the doors with my magical powers!  I had my nails clipped. Then Mom surprised me with a spiffy new collar! Yay!  I like it because it isn't as tight as my old collar. 

There is one problem, though.  When it is breakfast or suppertime, my tags hit the side of my bowl and it makes a terrible racket. CLANG!!  CLANG!! Ouch!  It hurts my ears!

But my Mom caught on pretty quick for a hooman and now she takes my collar off when it is time for me to eat.  I still like my new collar.  It makes me feel even more handsome than I already did! 

 

I was strolling through the park one day....

There are lots of nice parks around here.  Some are really big.  One has a big stream and bridges and big trees and flowers. Some are smaller. 

There is a small one near us, it only takes a minute to get there!  Maybe more than a minute, but it is really close!  This one has trees around, but there is a path that we all walk, me and my pack. It goes round and round and there's lots of good smelly places and flowers.

Other packs like to walk round and round there, too.  Sometimes I get to meet someone.  The last time we went, I met a little guy who was kind of like my old buddy, Beau.  But his name was Charlie and he didn't growl at me or anything. We had a nice chat.  So, I decided to introduce myself to his Mom and she was nice, too and she had a nice chat with my pack.

Boy, the was fun!  I hope we keep going there and round and round and round! 

We found a small park that used to be the site of some sort of training school in the late 1800s.  The center still contains a small portion of a wall.  There is now a playground and a picnic pavilion there as well.  Circling the perimeter is a walking path - paved.  It is a pleasant place to take a stroll and it seems many come there to walk, jog, push a baby carriage and take their dogs.

A lady was approaching us with her dog - usually little dogs have a problem with Harry just because he is not small.  He isn't exactly "large" either - he is the high end of medium and the low end of large. (Sigh!)

Nevertheless, this little guy had no problem with Harry. They rubbed noses, happy meters wagging off the charts.  Then they proceeded to crack us all up by having a conversation,  I mean, really.  Harry would say something....woof, arf.  Then little Charlie piped up ...ruff, ruff.  Then Harry had something else to say.  Then Charlie. Each took their turn and was very polite.  Then Harry approached the lady walking Charlie and got some nice pets.

Harry won't tell me what they were talking about.  Probably just the nice weather and the walk, don't you think?  The usual pleasantries.  My boy, Harry Spotter, such a gentleman.