Harry

This is Harry, Marian's dog. He is quite old, and has over the past six months developed some sort of problem with his back legs. When he can walk (i.e. when he is outside and the pavement gives him a little traction), he moves a bit as if he's drunk, with one leg slipping in front of the other. When he's indoors and has to contend with the tiled floors, he tends to allow his back legs to slide and to propel himself with his front legs alone. I have had a number of dreams in which I thought he was a horseshoe crab instead of a dog. The last time I was at Marian's house he bit me twice, because I trod on him twice, both times accidentally. As you can see, when he's lying down, he looks alright, even quite respectable.