Sunday, July 17, 2011


Hi All,
I'm back to being a puppy. Here are some shots of my new summer 'do. I feel light on my feet since I lost a half pound of hair.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Bag Lady

For those of you who don't know me personally, this is my bag. This is the bag I travel in on the motorcycle. This is the bag I hide in when we go into anti-dog establishments. This is the bag I'm carried in when my legs get tired. And this is the bag I hang in when my parents take showers at the Sheraton. This is a picture of me hanging on the wall waiting for Dad to finish his grooming routine. I always give Walter a good laugh when he sees me hanging on the wall by the shower.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Birthday Special

My weight in ham, care of Village Coffee
Happy Birthday to Me!

They Say It's My Birthday...

The Litte Salty Dog Turns 49!
And Many More....

Saturday, January 15, 2011

9 Lives

Hi Guys,

Remember the lonely cat next door? She's been captured and brought to the Humane Society! I know it doesn't sound like a happy ending but it's better than the sad life she was living on the dirty boat next door. Now she can have food and water whenever she needs it and her home won't sink every few months. I hope she'll find some nice humans to take care of her! I'll surely miss barking at her whenever she'd come out on deck but I know she'll find a better life on land.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Sunday, September 5, 2010


Hi All,
Sorry it's been so long since I've written. My humans never seem to be home anymore. They have the nerve to leave me sitting here, alone on the boat, for hours at a time. They call it "school". I call it rude. As bad as it seems, I it could be worse.

The cat in the photo lives on the boat next to ours. She lives there alone. Once every couple of months, a human comes over and gives her some food and water. It makes me really sad. And my mom, too. Her living conditions are really poor. It smells like a big, stinky litter box in her boat. Sometimes my parents or my aunts and uncles bring her treats to eat. She always hides when they go over there, but every once in a while we catch her sunning herself on the deck or watching us from the porthole. My mom thought of calling the ASPCA, but she is torn. Perhaps a lonely life alone on a boat is better than being euthanized. It's a tough call. I hope I never get abandoned like my neighbor cat. :(