Totally and utterly barking that is. Harry, for that is his given name, is staying with us for a few days while Mr & Mrs Windy are off the island pretending they can remember what it was like to be 21. Harry is very good. He is sitting looking over my shoulder at the moment which is a tad unnerving. But on the beach he is his own dog. Off digging, swimming and moving pebbles around the beach - a sort of canine Andy Goldsworthy.