Have you met Henry?

As you know, I like dogs on a case by case basis. And in this case, I like Henry. I conducted a pre-interview with him over the holidays and told him I’d be featuring him in my blog. He had a special request though. He said since I’m not an actual “dog-person” could he write the blog? I said, “Henry, you’re not a writer or a person but okay.”


And now I give you “Have you met Henry?” by Henry Alexander Goldman:

Hi, my name’s Henry. I used to live in a warm place but now I live in a cold place. There’s all this white stuff on the ground. I like to pee on it. Which place do I prefer? I don’t care. I like them both.

My mom is Laura. She found me on a farm and cleaned me up. I like her. She feeds me. I like food.

My dad is Safety Dave. Laura met him soon after she found me. I like him too. He feeds me. I like food.

Laura and Safety Dave take me for walks all the time. I like walks. I like to walk in the white stuff. I like to pee on it. Did I say that I already?

I like it when they say “let’s go!” I don’t care where we’re going. I like going anywhere.

Sometimes they put me in a crate. Other dogs ask me if I mind that. I don’t mind. I like it actually.

Speaking of other dogs, there are a lot of big ones in this cold place. That’s okay with me. I’m not scared. I like it.

Since it’s cold here, sometimes Laura and Safety Dave put sweaters on me. They’re not completely comfortable and they’re difficult to get over my head but I don’t care. I like them.

You may have noticed that I’m very hairy. My hair gets in front of my eyes sometimes but that’s okay. I like it. I think I look cool.

Writinggal came to visit us last week. She’s not very good at walking in the white stuff but that’s okay. She walked me and I liked it. Except she wouldn’t pick up my poop which was a little embarrassing. Made me look bad in front of the big dogs.

This other dog Max came to visit too. I liked him even though he kept jumping on me. I tried to tell him I’m not into boy dogs. But actually, I kind of liked it.

Oh, and I like my toy turtle.

Come to think of it, there’s not really anything I don’t like. I’m always happy. You could learn a lot from me.

Back to WG: Who, me?

Henry: Yes, you, Writinggal. I don’t know why you have to be so assertive all the time.

WG: Oh, this is a new thing. I’m not usually so tough.

Henry: Well, go back to being nice. You’ll like it better. And I’ll like you better if you would pick up my poop, please.

WG: Anything else, Henry?

Henry: I like blogging.