This is our neighbor dog.   Well, one of them.  I call him Henry, but I don’t think that it’s really his name.  Henry thinks of himself more like a “Goliath” or a “Zeus” or something.  One of his big jobs in life is to bark at me, senselessly, every time I see him.

I bark back.  Everyday, back and forth, Henry and I just standing in the middle of the road, barking at one another.

And so it goes.

Pictured below:  Henry warms up for our morning session.

And then he always starts it.  Never me.  Always, him!