Sunday 16th February. Just over five months had passed since we left the UK.
In that time Harry had been bounced from pillar to post, foster parents to shippers, from flight to flight, and finally quarantine back to us.
But it was great to see him again, and I think it took him a few seconds to realise it actually was us but there was definitely lots of tail wagging!
A run out to the beach, and now a week later and he's starting to settle. Albeit with an unfortunate dog attack at Lyall Bay which really hit his confidence last week.
He's especially happy to see Esme. As is she of him. They are never far apart and whenever that girl is asleep you can guarantee Harry will be curled up at the end of the bed.