My friend Harry-well, he's one cool cat. I thought about him the other day, I even almost picked up the retriever to give him a call but ended up taking a catnap. He's been around the world ten times oK-9 at least. His roots go back to Northern Germany, he comes from a long line of Great Danes...his dad was a boxer and his father before that was a scientist, working away in a lab all day. His grandfather before that was a shepherd, but they say he worked like a dog to put food on their plates.

I'll never forget this one night when we we took a greyhound out to the west coast, somewhere in Collie fornia, it was a real night on the town. First we were just out getting some chow chow, then went for a walk to the nearby clubs. We were dressed up-we were looking pretty Shar-Pei, if I don't say so myself. We even kept getting hounded by a pack of girls. It really seemed like a whole litter of them. Anyway, one of the girls couldn't keep her paws off of him, she was a real pinscher!

She wouldn't take no for an answer, so eventually he Spitz on her and she gets the hint that he wasn't interested, walking away with her tail between her legs.

Yeah, Harry could be quite the terrier sometimes, but we had a lot of fun!