First you get the look. Then the whine. Ignore her long enough and you get the bark. It’s time to take the dog for a walk.
It’s official. Honey is middle-aged. Although she didn’t ask for anything for her birthday this past Thursday, there are a few things I wish I could give her.
We haven’t sunk the boat. Honey is fit and happy. And I haven’t forgotten how to write. What better reason to update my much-neglected blog than to join the 7th Annual Pet Blogger Challenge?
What’s the prettiest part of the boat?
What question are we asked most often about living with a big dog on a small sailboat? It’s “does Honey go potty on the boat?”. We’re working on it. But it isn’t easy. I’m starting to wonder if it’s just harder to get a big dog to “go” on a boat. Here’s why.
…nothing feels better than taking off your life jacket.
There’s always someone willing to make you feel bad if your dog is afraid to do something. But are they right? Maybe your dog doesn’t have to be fearless.
What Honey most loves about being on the boat is the same thing I most love about being on the boat. It’s meeting friends along the way, like this one.
From the time she was eight weeks old, Honey ate out of a food toy. But flying dog food and boat bilges are a bad fit. So how do we feed the dog now?