Today is the day Our Harri died. It was 5 years ago that we lost him. He was an Irish terrier. I didn't know Harri.. He was gone before I came to the family but I've sure heard LOTS about him. Mum reckons he found me for her. Apparently he was the BEST dog. Dog of Dogs, Dad used to call him. Crikey Dad loved that dog. Mum's the dog person in our house and always did all of the training. She did obedience, agility and flyball with all our dogs but when Harri arrived she made Dad do the training. He did a real good job too. Harri did obedience but he never liked it much. He wasn't one to be told what to do. He did agility but was never all that fussed on it either .... BUT flyball .... oh my ... he took to it like a duck to water. Mum always thought he would be hopeless and never suggested Dad give it a try. Mum would practise flyball in the backyard with our little wire haired foxie, Lucy, whilst Harri watched on from inside. One day Mum let Harri out while the equipment was still up and, would you believe, he jumped over the jumps perfectly, jumped on the flyball box and jumped back over the jumps just as if he'd been doing it all his life. There was no ball in the box but other than that he had done it all perfectly. Mum was flabbergasted. So Harri's flyball career began. He loved it!!! He and Lucy went in many competitions with great results. Harri was better than Lucy but she was a great height dog. If you have a small dog in your team you only have to jump over small jumps. Harri was a bit lazy and didn't like jumping over the bigger jumps. He also only really liked Mum to run him so Dad took over the running of Lucy and Mum did Harri. Everyone used to laugh at Dad cause he's a pretty big bloke and Lucy was such a little Princess but he didn't care. They had a lot of good times at flyball.
Harri was nearly 12 and a half when he died. He had stomach cancer and Mum and Dad persevered for as long as they could but one day they could see poor old Harri was in a lot of pain and took him to Peter our Vet one last time. Peter felt around his tummy, took one big sad look at Mum and Dad and said those 2 words Mum and Dad didn't want to hear ... "it's time". Mum and Dad took Harri home and spent all of the next day doing all the things Harri loved. He went to the beach and the river and he feasted on ICECREAM among other things and the next day Peter came to our house and Mum and Dad and Peter said their goodbye's. Yes .... Peter loved him too. Everyone did. So here's the 87 million photos I warned you about. Do you think you would have loved him too???
|Harri and his big sister Lucy.|
|Here he is at 6 weeks of age. He came to live at our house when he was 8 weeks old.|
|Make sure you touch the red board Harri!!!!!|
|Can he weave or what?????|
|Yep .... He can jump too.|
|No probs with the tunnel. Terriers love that stuff.|
|He sure loved his soft toys but they didn't last long around him and Lucy.|
|Always up to no good Mum said. He and Lucy were quite the characters.|
|I think he really LOVED Dad, aye?|
|Mum about to let Harri go at flyball. See Dad with Lucy under his arm behind her.|
|Crikey .... even I know that was a very bad crossover.|
|First place this time.|
|Mum's favourite photo ...|
|Here's where Harri is now. I pee on him when it rains cause he's under cover. Mum put those flowers there for him today. |
Wanna run ..... Love, Charlie.