The Harbor Dog Stories
Come on an adventure with the shop dogs of Two Salty Dogs as they spin you a yarn about life as a dog on the Boothbay Harbor waterfront.
GOODBYE MAX - by Don
Maximus Gary Kingsbury was born in Bangor Maine- Friday, May 16, 2008. We had to put him down on Saturday, March 12, 2022 just before noon. He was dying of kidney failure. He was almost 15 years old. He was in more pain than we could bear.
AUGGIE'S ADDICTION - by Don
Auggie has a problem. Therefore, Chez Salty has a problem. Auggie is a Foodoholic. When Augustus Megatron Bulldozer Kingsbury was a mere 7-week old pup, he would charge to the communal puppy bowl in the whelping box and gorge himself. Having wolfed the kibble in his personal area down, he would shove his brothers...
BUDDY - by Don
We got Buddy when he was 9 years old. We said goodbye to Buddy on May 18th 2021 when he was 15-1/2 years old.We got him because of Facebook. It's the only time I remember something good coming to us from Facebook. Our long-time friend Jen shared a post about Buddy needing a new...
THE RANCID INTERVIEW - by Don
Hello. This is Chad Rancid of "Who The Hell Cares?" Magazine. Today, I have a very special guest for you. The first ever interview of Don Kingsbury- reclusive hobo genius behind the unstoppable juggernaut, "Two Salty Dogs Pet Outfitters." Mr. Kingsbury was VERY clear: "We ain't That Salty Dog thing in Wiscassett. That's a...
GETTING TO KNOW ME BETTER - by Don
NO. It's not a continuation of Max's new novel "Day of the Dogs." Sheesh. Settle down. So many people come in and ask me annoying questions that it makes me want to set my skin on fire. I need my skin to live, so I figured I would take all the most commonly-asked questions...
HAIR OF THE FIVE DOGS THAT BIT ME - by Don
Thanks to those of you who sent emails laughing at my broken ankle. Evidently, Max's telling of of how I broke my ankle and my subsequent flounderings were quite a Biped laugh machine. Instead of actually trying hard to present you with a clear and compelling narrative, I'm just going to jot down five...
SMALL HEAD TED - by Don
Do you like reading? I like writing! Two years after losing My Beloved Coal, I insisted we get another dog. I was convinced Buddy was going to kick the bucket any minute and I couldn’t picture life without at least three dogs. That was 20 months ago. I’m convinced Buddy is the Rasputin of...
PUP FICTION - by Don
Listen, I’ve been on vacation and therefore very negligent. I don’t have a fully-developed blog for you this month. Luckily, I DO have a lot of random, humorous story fragments. Kind of like the Dead Sea Scrolls. So I’m going to try a Quentin Tarantino move here. I’m just going to string along these...
INSANE POWNAL CLOWN POSSE - by Don
The blog is starting!!! The blog is starting!!!! Please be seated and turn your cellphone off. To be quite honest, I’m not sure how dogs evolved. They should be a dead branch on the evolutionary tree considering some of the things they eat - chicken bones, tacos, socks, couch stuffing, rotting things, socks, rat...