Uhhh… It’s been so long ever since I wrote something about my dog. Well, here’s part 9.
Okay. Where should I start? Okay. Here’s a good starting point—Town lake. We were walking on the dirt paths on the banks, and Harry was having a fit of curiosity. He was running in circles, zigzags, trying to sniff every single living organism he saw. We thus walked extremely slowly, trying to untangle leashes or reel him in, but we had fun walking on the banks, looking at him wag his tail crazily at passerby. Everyone was laughing as they watched the over-energetic dog try to lick them, or sniff their faces.
Fast forward 5 months—we were at Bryce Canyon National Park. We were hopping around the “balconies”, enjoying the views, and walking the trails. Then, something unimaginable happens. As we take pictures of the “hoodoos” and the striped rock that formed the walls, Harry slipped out of the collar.
OKAY. Here’s the scoop. When we buy new clothes/stuff, we make sure it is SLIGHTLY bigger than our actual size so to make it last longer. Well, at the time the collar was big enough so he slips out of it just like how you would slip off a bracelet.
Now, back to Bryce canyon, Harry is freely playing with guests, some which even take pictures of him. Because of the ruckus, it took us some time to get him back and because of that, it even made us lag behind our planned schedule, but it all worked out fine.
Well, these 2 “incidents” with Harry were pretty memorable, and fun.