We have another. Angie’s colleague is getting divorced and Harry needs a home. Yes, Harry. We didn’t name him, so I take no responsibility.
He is a strange beast — somewhat larger than the Yorkshire Terrior ancestry he supposedly holds.
He also likes to bark at things. Nothings.
We’ll sort him out. At least he fears the Vuvuzela (but not the water adversive — actually enjoys swimming and barks incessently to be admitted to the pool) which seems to quiet him when waved in his general direction.