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.
LET LOOSE THE DOGS OF WAR - by Don
You might get the impression that Max and I still battle like we did when he was a puppy. We do. The battles are different now that we’re both old and lazy. In the past, something as simple as getting Max in the car resembled a Nazi-Soviet slugfest with vast encirclements, unspeakable civilian atrocities,...
SALTY TO THE BONE - AUGGIE - THE SALAD DAYS - by Don
Not-a-Dog-Don here! Instead of gasbagging another story about how Puppy Max humiliated me, I thought I’d switch it up with a last-minute hacked-together e-pulp about Auggie. Of course I’ll include enough tender moments so you won’t call Animal Services on me. And please refrain from being one of the dozens of miscreants who send...
SALTY TO THE BONE - MAX - VOLUME III - by Don
Brace Yourself for Training So here we are again, you and me. Me- ready to divulge the innermost and most intimate details of my relationship with Max for your amusement, and You- ready to glance through this blog for any remotely funny snippets to ease the day-to-day brutal grind of your recurring Kafkaesque torment....
SALTY TO THE BONE - MAX - VOLUME II - by Don
When I left you last, Max was eight weeks old and had emerged from his Stone & Steel Stove Fortress to shred a little toy named Blue Bear. We realized that Max would tolerate us as food, shelter, warmth, treat, and shreddable-toy providers. Nothing else. We were ecstatic. We shall now (with your permission)...
SALTY TO THE BONE - MAX - VOLUME I - by Don
Somehow I figured it would be a good idea to write in my own voice rather than one of my dogs. I did this for a couple reasons. I thought it would be a good format to share stories about my pack of wild curs that would be otherwise un-tellable. I loved writing in...
COAL - by Don
Hi there. It's Don. And I'm not a dog. I didn't think it was appropriate for another dog to write about this. And given how much I loved Coal, I didn't think it was appropriate to skip or gloss over it. We lost Coal on July 19th. He was almost 13. We'd had him...