Lounging about in Maine.
Here's a picture of me and daddy Thom sitting on the deck at our Eastport home. This is my favorite place to be. I was so excited when I heard we were going to move up here full-time. I am tired of Florida - too much concrete and blacktop and not enough earth and grass.
So, now we are back in Florida and preparing for the big change. We already had a yard sale and gave items away to the thrift store. The real estate lady comes today and hopefull she will get the ball rolling. I can't wait. Let's go to Maine.

Blossom.
I was looking through the pictures my human took in Maine last year and I found one I thought I would share with you. This is my good friend, Blossom. Isn't she beautiful? She is very pampered and comfortable in her life too. Blossom lives full time in Eastport. Her human, Elizabeth, is an artist there. Usually when I go to visit, I find Blossom on guard duty while her Mom is in the stusio hard at work. Blossom is a lady dog. You humans would call her a bitch and that is so rude. Why do you do it?
Blossom's Mom has a wonderful garden in which her sculptures are displayed. They are beautiful, but I really dig the smells. The garden is the show room for her art and people come from all over to look. This creates such a tangle and confusion of scents that I could spend all day there in olfactory heaven. But I am not allowed to "mark" in Elizabeth's garden. And, I never would. After all, what well-bred Dalmatian would ever dare to piss on art?

An ornament of the gentry. That is what my daddies, David and Thom, call me. In reality, I am a nine year old male dalmatian living the lush life of luxury in Southern Florida with annual road trips to holiday at my summer house in Eastport, Maine.
I am properly pampered which suits my status. However, I do feel I am cheated out of some quality time by this thing they call the computer. When my daddies start thumping those keys, it is like I am not even in residence. So, I have decided to start my own blog and claim my computer time. Eventually I may have my humans buy me my own laptop.
I am very happy with my life. I have satisfactorily trained two humans to my exact specifications in less time than it would take the average mutt to housebreak only one.
If you are interested in my ramblings and stories of my life since prison (yes, I said "prison", but that's another story), check back frequently and see what's going on. If you are lucky, I may even tell you the embarassing story of the time I got skunked.