Me and my shadow...

I don't like having my picture taken.  Nope.  Not ever!  Mom will tell you because she tries sometimes but only gets pictures of empty places!! Hahaha.  Sometimes she is really sneaky and she DOES get a picture, but it's not easy!!

My Dad found a picture of another dog, but he kind of looks like me!  He does, but he doesn't! Mom said he has the same espresso.  I don't know what that means, but he does sort of have my face!   How'd that happen?  Here, look!

See?  It's me, but it's not!!  Like my shadow!

 

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That is Seth Abramson's dog, the journalist.  It is rather amazing that the facial expression is so much like our boy, Harry.  His coloring is different, but that face!!!!  Here is Harry in a VERY rare, decent photo. 

 

 
 

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.

I'll be watching you....

I watch my pack.  It's my job but I like to do it anyway.  And I listen all the time, too.  That way I know if someone is sad or mad or happy.  Or if they are sick.  Because it's my job to help them feel better!  I don't mind at all.  It just comes naturally.

I like to watch them eat, too.  It's fun because of all the good smelly things!  Like broccoli!  Good smelly broccoli gets saved for my breakfast and my suppertime and it's my favorite.  My other favorite is peas.  I love peas.  Oh, and spagetters, they are my favorite, too.  And when my pack eats, I always get the schnibs.  ALWAYS. That's my second breakfast and second dinner!   It isn't very much, but it is always yumbers!

So, I was thinking that it's only fair that my pack watch me eat, too!  Yep.  Why not?   Mom usually watches me have my breakfast and suppertime, but in between I have snacks that are good for my teeth.  And they forget to watch me.  So I have to remind them.  That's when I yell at them.  Not a lot, just a little.  They understand Spotter pretty well now, so it doesn't take long.  Sometimes I don't even have to yell, just whimper a bit and they "get" it! "Come in here and watch me eat my bone!"  Haha, I've trained them well.  I watch you so YOU watch ME!  The only difference is, I don't share my schnibs.  They don't seem to mind. 

 

You ain't nothing but a hound dog.....

I'm a pretty smart pup.  Have I told you that before? I have noticed in my travels that some dogs belong to clubs.  Yep, they do.  Some are in little dog clubs and they don't like dogs that aren't little, too.  At least, not too  much.  Some little dogs are nice but most of them bark at me.  I don't think it's very nice.

And there is a Golden club.  I have seen that with my very own, very sharp eyes.  And at the big dog store I noticed a Dobie club.  Hmmmm.  One of the Dobies at the store was a girl.  She was REAL pretty.

I didn't think I had a club.  But then another time at the big dog store, I was looking for Mom so I called her.  And a little hooman boy said, "Sounds like a hound."  Hound?  I have heard that word before.  Mom sometimes sings a funny song to me with that word.  Am I a hound?

The weather has been getting just a teeny tiny bit better.  So my pack and I have started to make our walks just a little longer.  Around the corner and on the other side, we were walking one day and there was a dog outside of their house.  Big, like me.  Even a little bigger.  Floppy ears, long snout....friendly, too!   Mom said "hound."  

Now, when we walk, if that hound is outside, he just nods at us.  And I nod back.  We don't bark at each other or make a fuss.  We just say "hello" hound style.  I think I have a club of my own!  The Hound Club!  Yay!

I'm popular!

Hey, everybody?  Did you know I have a Facebook page!  It is called the same thing as my first book, The Amazing Canine Adventures of Harry Spotter!   Did you know something else?  Now I'm on Instagram, too!  

I feel stunning, oh, so stunning!

Oh, boy!  A ride in the car!  Where we going?  Where we going?  It's kind of cold out......a park?  Where we going?  

Oh, I know this place.....I can use my magical powers to open the doors!  There's lots of other dogs here....and good smelly things!  Food and treats and dog butts!  Lots of people to smile at me and tell me what a handsome boy I am!

What....wait!  What is this?  It's not the dogtor......but this lady is putting me on a table and the table goes UP!  I can see everything from up here!  Except Mom....I don't know where she went, but I will keep looking.

Other dogs are on tables, too.  They are getting haircuts.  My nails are getting clipped.  Gee, that was FAST!  All done!

Oh, boy, there's my pack.  Hey, let's get out of here!  I see the doors, I know where they are, c'mon, let's go!

We all pile back in the car and when I get home, Mom puts a new collar on me!  She says it's "spiffy."  I don't know what that means, but it does have little bones on it.  I guess I feel spiffy now! Oh, SO spiffy!