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^^:> February 27, 2002 - Hah, hah, hah, smack, smack. Man, I gotta go! I'd say those trees are just outta my swimmin' distance. Hah, hah, hah. Mama keeps telling me we're going to have fun on this floating yard with no bushes but I ain't seein it. What if I have to dig a hole, this ground's harder that basement cement. If I get close to one a them docks again I'm jumping for it... Hey, here comes one a them flyin sea rabbits... Rauw, Rauw, Rauw! |
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^^:> A few days ago (in dog days) - Life aboard the Loafer's Glory sure can be lazy one minute and down right life threatening the next. It seems I'm always gettin myself in a pickle. Why just the other day, I hopped onto the dock to go ashore with Mama. I was gettin real excited and started doin happy jumps up and down. The next thing you know, I'm fallin right down between the dock and another boat, then SPLASH!. A pelican over on the next dock started laughin. "You just wait till I get me a runnin start a bite me a mouth full o'them tail feathers", I said.
Another time I was barkin at some o'them scuba folk and forgot I was leashed up to the port railing. The next thing you know, my paw slips and I'm flappin around hung by the neck over the side like one o'them foam donuts. (You know those big kind that ain't got no taste. You can just take my word for it cause I licked on one for darn near twenty minutes one time without a lick of satisfaction, no pun intended) Anyway, thank goodness the captain was down there cleaning barnacles off the hull and he gave me a heave-ho back aboard. Livin in ocean paradise can sure be dangerous for little land-lovin jack-russells like me. Mama say's I may have to go back home and live with my sister Melissa if I keep on tryin to go the big dog-pen in the sky.
Rauw, Rauw, Rauw!!!! |
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