I’m writing on this blog without my mom knowing, hoping someone will see this and help me.

She calls me her “little rescue dog ” when people ask what I am. Don’t they know I’m a dog? Then they ask what happened to my eye, am I blind. She just laughs and says no I can see, it’s just a blue eye. Not sure how she knows I can see out of it, I guess it’s cause I don’t bump into things.

Anyways if I’m a “rescue,” does that mean I can be rescued again? I didn’t sign up for this. Riding for hours on a boat, once all night long (boy was that creepy), waiting for hours to do my business on some god forsaken island with weird smells and people who talk funny at me.

It’s not all bad I guess. The dogs I’ve met look at me on a leash and express their sympathy. One gave me his number and asked me to give him a buzz if I ever get freed up.

I’ve learned to ride in that little dinghy boat though my feet slide a bit. I figure it’s my only chance to get to land so now I jump on it gladly when they put it in the water. Plus I like the way it makes my ears fly up when we’re going fast (Ed likes to do that).

And truth be told, we have hung out at some cool places where I got to nibble on my mom’s sneaking me some of that cracked conch I’ve taken a liking for. I saw what it looks like alive, yuk, no wonder it hides in that big shell. Ugly sucker, but tasty when they do whatever to make it cracked.

And because my mom likes to walk we’ve made a bunch of miles wandering around in places I sometimes like. If they have grass without sand spurs. There I can get my daily back rubs rolling in the grass and chewing on my leash for fun.

She and Ed don’t like that. I’ve chewed through a couple of leashes. Ed thought he had me tied at the dock here with a bow knot. I figured that out pretty quick, untied it and ran up to greet them before they could leave me. I was so happy to be with them! They just scowled at me for a minute and then my mom had to hug me anyway.

She’s like that, a real softie for me. She lets me collect my chew-nuts around here and keep them at the dock. She tries to take me everywhere she can.

So I end up waiting outside doors a lot. Doors to bathrooms, laundry rooms, bars, restaurants, straw markets, liquor stores, marina offices, you name it.

She quit tying me at each place because she knows I’ll wait for her there.

Unless a duck, chicken or something else interesting comes by.

Like those pigs on that island. Now that was weird. I saw pigs in Columbus County but they were penned in and dirty looking. These guys get to swim in water you can see through. They’re ugly too but they still get fed by people on boats. I don’t understand it, what do they see in them?

Thinking back to my life before, I was walking every day and spending hours in that store with my mom. Again, waiting for the next thing.

And there were weird smells there too and people who talked funny at me, always asking about my eye.

I guess this is not much different. At least it’s warm here. And new surprises every day. And Ed and my mom are my family.

So I guess I’ll hang in with them.

On the other hand, that mega yacht over there looks kinda comfy. Those girls have petted me so maybe they would like a boat dog? I bet their scraps might be worth considering … No more eggs on paper plates, but perhaps goose pate??