Pirate's Log Book

Happy Solchrihannukwanzlidays!

Here be an update of me log. I've been so busy, sailin', winterin', photographin', workin', testin' n' learnin' that I haven't had any time to put paw t' paper... other than to shred paper. That always be fun and entertainin'.

I've been a good Pirate lately, been learnin' me skills in helpin' the Captain, n' she done tells me I be a good lad now. I can open doors, n' brace, n' pull n' push n' tug n' fetch... n' pick up stuff... n' put on me coat... n' alert calmly about impendin' doom... n' also guide n' prevent me non-landlubberin' Captain from gettin' smushed by cars n' such. Fear me, for I be doin' a great job. HA!

Captain n' me went to Miss Cindy's studio last week (if you visit her website, that's me Uncle John n' me Auntie Amy on the top page!) n' I mugged it for the camera. I be so handsome, Miss Cindy melted right then n' there, of course, n' even gave me cheese n' tummy rubbins. I approve of wenches who give me tummy rubbins. We tooks pictures for me book n' for some talks the Captain is plannin' on givin' in the spring. Methinks we took some handsome shots after all. Miss Cindy couldn't stop stayin' how clever n' handsome I be, n' of course, everyone agreed. Auntie Em tagged along n' had the cheese. Mm. Cheese.

I still be a-stealin' swag whene'er I can get me paws on it. Still tryin' to o'erthrow the rest o' the doggy hierarchy, but the Captain don't take kindly to mutiny. I be learnin' how to behave anyway, even if me instincts tell me I should be a-takin' o'er sometimes. Captain says teenagehood will eventually be o'er.

Yesterday, I ended up in the brig and in deep, deep trouble. While I be outside with the Captain, I heard Lucy-the-Rotten-Whiler bark n' managed to slip out of me leash. Captain says she almost suddenly heard a swellin' o' the chorus from "Booooooorn freeeeee... as free as the wiiiiind bloooows" playin' in me rotten little red head. Captain wasn't happy about me discoverin' I could run around like a freed beast. She ran around the house too, barefoot, IN THE SNOW until I decided I'd had enough and decided to pay attention to me recall. I came a-dashin' back, but froze me Captain's toeses. Spent the day tryin' to suck up to her. Think it worked. She's been sayin' how lucky I be that I be so durn handsome. Thank the gawds for me good looks and good luck.

Well, that be about it in me little life lately. Glad to still be alive n' kickin', even though the Captain and the Navigator have threatened to throttle me a couple of times as o' late. Been a-helpin' me Captain every day. Now that winter has come, she be a little slower and a little unsteady on land, so I be a-takin' me job very very seriously.

I accompanied the Captain and the Navigator out to Murray's for the Nav's birffday - it was a swanky steakhouse that my Grand-Papa and Grand-Maman had sent the Navigator to, so he could celebrate turnin' pathetic. (Well, he's not turned pathetic yet. That may be next year.) Everyone there said how nice I was and how handsome I be (that goes without sayin') n' I chatted with an ol' man who had aussies on his farm growin' up (he also gave good ear rubbins.) People were surprised that I could sleep in such a wonderfully beefy atmosphere. I'm good at me job, n' am very serious about it! I showed them all how good I be n' snoozed through dinner until me Captain needed me to get up. Go me!

Hopin' for a lot o' loot for Solchrihannukwanzlidays. Asked for a new Firehose Tug with two handles, n' some big bones for me n' the crew. Captain said I should also be a-gettin' a new fabric crate, since I ate me way out of the other one when I be a wee pirate pup. Dunno if she has forgiven me about that one yet.

Big sloppy smooches to the wenches, special ones to Miss Cindy who simply rocks, n' to me aunties n' stuff. The rest o' you be good. I's gots to go nap n' plot me day o' football n' walks around the lake t'morrow!

Yo ho.