I tell people I am getting a picture and then I forget when the camera operator gets to the house. I have a mix dog I call Harry S. Truman. Sometimes under less than optimum circumstances he is called Harry Ass Truman. He sometimes tries to snack off the kitchen counter. But what can you say? He was raised by crooks. And I broke him out of prison, literally, three years ago almost on Father's day. He is a bright white with brown and black on the head and butt, 45 pounder. When I walk him the chicks pull up on the road and say that's a pretty dog. Too bad I'm married as he is a real chick magnet. I let the 17 year old Grandson walk Harry whenever he wants to. Who knows? maybe a rich young single gal will take up with him. The grand that is. NOT with Harry. His tail will do side to side, back and forth, and sometimes circles. Maybe because he has a kink in the tail. He's my almost constant companion, unless the Boss, or She Who Must Be Obeyed, comes into or out of the house. He rules the house and warns me if an outsider comes to the door, including deliveries. Family comes and he just rushes to the door for some loves. No barks. I still am not sure how he knows. He won't bark if the daughter comes to the door. Anyway too many words. You guys all have dogs that get into your hearts. It is sacrilege but I also love cats. I had a white flamepoint longhaired Manx that would growl if someone came to the door. Lots of good times with him too. Be Well. Rusty
