Likes: Cuddles - especially ear scritching; and my beautiful bride, Bella; and banana pupcakes!
Pet-Peeves: Water goblins and having my toes fiddled with
Favorite Toy: Fluffy squeakies
Favorite Food: denta stix
Favorite Walk: Along the canal bank at Brigham, E Yorkshire
Best Tricks: Sitting on the settee like a person, front legs on the floor, back legs folded neatly
Arrival Story: Henry is the product of a broken home - his owner couldn't care for him as she was a nurse on shift work. Poor Henry was handed around like a parcel, he was spoiled though, used to getting his own way. He came to us aged 14 months when we lost our beloved Megan who went to Rainbow Bridge aged 10. Henry was rehomed through www.daneline.co.uk (we got Megan and sister China through them too)
Bio: Henry is a beautifully marked brindle Dane, just like a tiger. He is still very wilful but incredibly affectionate and loving, he does enjoy sitting on your knee. He has a bride, Virginia Isabella. His worst thing is he slobbers a lot - I mean, a lot, he broke the thermostat for our central heating because one of his drools landed - splat - right into the mechanism. The vacuum and clothes dryer also broke because they were clogged with doghair (and biscuit crumbs in the case of the dryer). Henry is also very very scared of water and thinks that there are water goblins in the tiniest drop, all set to wind their slimy fingers up his leggies. He refuses to go out in the rain if he can get away with it, and bathing is - um - problematic. Henry has his own dogblog at www.mydogblog.co.uk/megansmom
On January 29th, 2011, my beautiful golden boy collapsed and died without any warning. He was 7-1/2 and had no signs of ill health. The vet thinks the cause was an aneurysm - quite unpredictable and unpreventable. My only consolation is that Henry didn't suffer.
We miss this slobber chops more than words can say. He was my best friend and helped my broken heart heal when Megan went to the Bridge.
Love you always, sweet laddums. Living always in mummy's heart.
There's this tree trunk by our driveway - mummy says it's dead. Whatever, all we know is that there's CRITTERS living in it! China and I have seen them, little itty bitty stripy things. Mummy says they're squirrels. Doesn't matter what they are, they're PESKY!
We stood on our tippy tippy toes today to try and get them, but they just disappeared.
Wow, what an honour. Thank you Dogster (big slurps and drools!)
Having a great time in our new home. The only problem is next door. Well, actually, they aren't the problem. No, it's more that our pawrents won't let me go mooching over there since I legged it at 4.30 am on Wed to see if I could find dem kitties that live there. What a hullabaloo, the pawrents tipping-toeing round the field in their night kit, with torches no less! Mummy said they looked like a right pair of eejits.
Mummy knew exactly where I'd gone, so my fun time was limited. And now I'm not allowed off my lead out in the yard because the pawrents know I'll be off in no time. It's okay down the field, but not near the house.