Life with Harry Ha Ha

Harry Ha Ha has gone national!

Time to get back blogging. Lots of things going on. Harry’s got a new sister, Nikita. Harry Ha Ha’s picture is accompanying an article on Pilots N Paws Canada in the Sept/Oct issue of Pets Magazine. Will sit down tonight and give a full update. 🙂

Some one making himself very comfortable

Harry decided that he and his 3 legged sheep needed to crawl in with Mom this morning.


Poor Harry, I’m making dinner and I can feel him watching me. I look over and he’s brought 5 toys into the kitchen and he’s trying to figure out which one to bring to me so I will throw it for him. He just sat there for the longest time looking over them all. Decisions, decisions…


Couldn’t wait had to try out the halo we got to go with his wings for Halloween…


Harry Halloween

Couldn’t wait for Halloween to get Harry in his costume. Look at my little pumpkin…


The full view…


Don’t come any cuter!

Okay Harry’s definitely got Corgi in him

I found a couple of videos and pictures that confirm what I’ve always said. Harry is part Cardigan Welsh Corgi. Check out the way this guy run. That bunny hop bum move is exactly how Harry runs around the back yard. Kinda explains how he ran into the tree a few weeks back.


And check out mister mellow here. Bet if I found a kid’s swing Harry would do the same thing.


And this picture is just a smaller version of Harry.


I have to get Dr. Lewis to change Harry Ha Ha’s records.

And I couldn’t leave you without a little Harry story. Took him to the Farmer’s Market Friday night on the north shore. He was very good, met lots of people and was good when they wanted to pet him. We checked out all the vendors and then on the way back to the car him decided to go right in the middle of Spirit Square and have a nice, big poop. Lovely. Mom got to clean up after him to a full audience. What a kid!

Pretty cute are his bath!


Someone’s going to sleep tonight

Uncle Dave and his mom took Harry Ha Ha out to Paul Lake today. He had a blast.

Happy Boy!

Happy Boy!

Busy, busy, busy...

Busy, busy, busy...

Hanging out with Uncle Dave

Hanging out with Uncle Dave

Officially played out. I'm pulling my foot down. No more throwing this thing till you take me home.

Officially played out. I'm pulling my foot down. No more throwing this thing till you take me home.

Back to the vet we go…


Well Central Animal got Harry in at 9:20 and sure enough, he had to have surgery. He broke his tooth right down to the gum line so they had to dig out the root. It’s the one right in the middle so now he looks like he’s got buck teeth. Dr. Lewis says he will never been able to whistle again. And I’m guessing the corn on the cob days are over too. Met the most beautiful Rottie named Bear when I went to pick up Harry. Over a hundred and forty pounds of Rottweiler and just the sweetest guy. Lots of kisses. Boy I’m glad I don’t have to lift him up onto the exam table. Harry’s on DRUGS! For the next ten days anyways. Antibiotics to make sure he doesn’t get infection in his gums. Geez, a little cheese whiz and those pills are GONE! Dr. Lewis says all his other teeth are good and solid so I’m sure he’ll be back to rock bobbing in no time. Told Dr. Lewis now on top of being Harry’s doctor, he’s his dentist and his psychologist. He thought that was pretty scary. All in all I’m just happy to have Harry Ha Ha back home safe and sound. Love ya little man. Thank you again Central Animal Hospital and Dr. Lewis for loving him too.

Well this morning I came into work and the lovely Amanda, who calls me Mom presented me with a cookie in Harry’s honour.


Then at the end of the day Mairi came and gave me money from “the Tooth Fairy” to put under Harry’s pillow. Thanks ladies, you’re the best.

Hammerhead Harry

I’m posting this while I wait for the on-call vet to phone because the little basketball star knocked one of his front teeth loose doing a header into a tree. OMG they want $158 just to open the clinic! Since he has mellowed a little and stopped licking like he has a mouth full of peanut butter, the vet says we can probably wait until morning so we can go to Harry’s favorite vet Dr. Lewis. Thank you to the vet and my friends Gail and Claudine for easing my mind. Off to Central Animal tomorrow…


Upcoming Calendar

This morning I come out of the shower to see Harry making himself quite comfy on my bed. When I grabbed the camera he decided to do his Playgirl pose for me. Complete with his hamburger squeaky toy. Thinking we may have to do a calendar…


Who’s the man?



Just spent the last hour fetching the ball for Harry and came home to a great email from a friend. Thanks Ron. Had to share it with you…

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are we?’

‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered. ‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.’ The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the traveler asked.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’

‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’

‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog.

‘There should be a bowl by the pump.’

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.

‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.

‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’

‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.’

‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’

‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’