Harry's dilemma lyrics

Artist  : Tindersticks 
Song : Harry's dilemma
 
voice: Terry Edwards (probably :)


Harry was a contented dog. But he awoke this
morning and something was very wrong. He couldn't
be bothered to beg for mid-morning biscuits. He
couldn't be bothered to roll over and rub his
back on the rough floor. He couldn't be bothered
to scratch at anything that might be nibbling
away at him. He just lay on top of his kennel
feeling thoroughly depressed. Even his tail
wouldn't wag.
Four months earlier, his owner (an elderly
gentlemen whom Harry had been devoted to ever
since he was a puppy) had been temporarily forced
to leave the country, leaving Harry with a
trustworthy, caring couple who lived around the
corner. Things hadn't been so bad at first: long
walks, hearty dinners; even his kennel was in the
same spot in their yard -- just to the right of
the back door.
This is the same kennel that Harry had now been
moping on top of for three days. Despite the best
efforts of the young, caring couple to cheer him
up -- offers of chicken and an endless stream of
un-fetched balls sent rolling down the yard --
nothing could coax Harry from his gloom. So, it
was decided to send him to the vet.
Harry was a large dog and heavy-withered, and he
was in no mood to climb down from his kennel and
trot to the waiting car to travel two miles to
the surgery. Eventually, he was lifted, with the
aid of a neighbor, onto a blanket and hobbled
from kennel to car; from the car to the vet's.
When, once, Harry would have put up a fight
before going within 500 yards of this place,
during the whole journey, he never raised an
eyebrow. Of course, the vet could find nothing
wrong with Harry; mentioned depression; suggested
chicken and balls; sent Harry home to rest, still
wrapped in the blanket. Took seven days for the
notification to come through. The owner had died
in his sleep, leaving specific instructions for
Harry to be put down. Harry was a dead
dog.