Hello everyone. I can’t believe it’s nearly Christmas but it must be because Mum has been putting me in lots of different festive coats, like this snowman one.
I’ve had a really busy time since I last wrote this blog. Our book, Happy as Harry, came out in November and Mum and I have been having lots of fun telling people all about it.
Our first interview was with audible and I had such a good time. We had to take the train to Liverpool Street and I love going on the train and exploring new places. We walked from the station to audible’s offices near Barbican and there were so many things to smell and so many people rushing past us and I loved it. I just wanted to walk as slowly as possible and take everything in. Mum was laughing lots because I normally really like being carried but this time I just wanted to walk.
Audible said that I am the first dog they’ve ever let into their studios! I had to sit on Mum’s lap while she talked about our book. She was quite nervous at first but I helped her relax by being so well behaved. I didn’t try to jump off or find a spot for a little pee; I just stayed on her lap and stared into the camera. I’m not sure I even blinked. Mum said I was a little star. ‘A total natural.’
Then we had an interview with a newspaper which meant another train (yay!) and lots more smells and again I just sat on Mum’s lap as she chatted about happiness and why I know all about it. (I do!) And our book has been in several magazines. It’s funny to think that my face has been seen by people I’ve never even sniffed.
Mum had to do radio interviews too. She wished she could have taken me with her but she couldn’t for those. She said it was a lot of fun but that she missed me heaps.
On the day we had our book launch, Mum had lots of people at our house and she was signing books and she has a little paw print that she uses instead of using my real paw print. (She knows I would lick the ink.)
I love being an author. It’s a lot of fun and I’ve got to do so many things and meet so many people. It’s the best adventure. A huge thank you to everyone who bought our book. We hope you liked it and we hope it brings you lots and lots of happiness. Love, Harry XX
Hello. My name is Harry and Mum says that, as I’m almost nine, I’ve got old(ish) paws and a tail and so I can write this blog now.
I lived with Buzbuz (who used to write this) for a few months before she died. She was lovely and taught me lots of things, namely that my owner, Deana, would love me forever, which as a rescue dog, is the best news I’ve ever heard.
Let me tell you a bit about myself:
I am a small Bichon Frise, with one eye and eight teeth. I grew up on a puppy farm (or puppy mill) where I spent seven long years, used as a stud. My time at this place was awful and I saw things that no dog should ever see, but luckily I was rescued by a charity, then fostered by a lovely lady called Jane, in Somerset, and now I live with my forever family – my mum Deana, her children Bano and Sidney, and my canine sister, a Jack Russell called Dottie.
Because I am a Bichon, I am slightly obsessed with my mum and I follow her everywhere – up and down the stairs hundreds of times a day, in and out of the bathroom – and I always sleep on her when she sits down to write and stare at her when she cooks. When she pops into the garden to put something in the bins, I bark at the window and then when she comes back in I throw myself at her because she’s back! And I missed her for those ten seconds she was gone! This makes Mum laugh.
Despite my horrible early life, I am always happy. I love my life. I love adventures. I love going in the car. (I will go anywhere in the car, even if we just go round the block). I love play fighting. I love sleeping. I love being carried on our ‘walks’. There’s a lot to love in my life and I’m going to share my happy adventures with you in this blog.
I’m also on Instagram at: https://www.instagram.com/happyasharry1/ Here you can see lots of pictures of Dottie and me having fun (and lots of me napping).
A new dog has moved in. He’s been here for over three months now so I think he’s staying. I hope so. His name is Harry and he’s a very small, curly-haired white dog, who’s a Bichon Frise, according to Deana.
I wasn’t sure that I wanted a friend but Deana thought it would be good for me after Mum died so we drove all the way to Somerset to collect him. I was a bit confused about where we were and what we were doing but then for some reason we had to walk him on a beach behind where he was staying with a foster family and I couldn’t stop grinning. It’s been so long since I had sand between my paws. Hundreds of memories came hurtling back – things I’d not thought about for years. I remembered living in Malta and how Deana would take me and Mum to beaches so that we could have a good run and how even though we were afraid of the water, we loved how soft the sand felt. I remembered finding a dead fish that tasted delicious even when it got horribly stuck in my jaw and Deana had to prise it out. I used to love the smells and the little rock pools, the seaweed and the way the sand just made me and Mum race as fast as we could. Continue reading