Danny’s Girlfriend

Danny’s Girlfriend

Hello, all you dog lovers out there. It’s me, Danny the Dog. Today I want to tell you about Heather, she’s my girlfriend. I have many girlfriends, but Heather is my main squeeze. She lives on a sailboat a couple of slips down from my boat. Well, Andrew’s and my boat. You remember him, he my hapless human. I hope he didn’t bore last month when he took over my writing duties for me. If he did, then I’m sorry. I won’t let you down again, unless I fall in love again. Now, onto my story.

First of all, I bet you all think Heather is a dog. Well you’re wrong, she a human. I know, no one is perfect, except maybe me. But human or not, I think Heather is cool. We first met a few months ago when she brought her sailboat to the marina for repairs.

Danny's Girlfriend ll The first time I saw Heather, I was outside on the dock catching a few rays. I like to soak up a little sun in the wintertime (when it’s cool) to lighten my fur. I think it makes me look more attractive. Anyway, she came off her boat and scratched me behind the ear. It was love at first scratch.

I’m sure she feels the same way about me because she is always giving me “cookies” as she calls them. They’re really just dog biscuits, but what the hell. A few years ago, Andrew brought some home and I wouldn’t eat one of them. He eventually ended up throwing them out. But somehow, from Heather’s hand they are oh so sweet. She also gave me a water bowl.

Nowadays when I take Andrew for a walk, I run right up to Heather’s boat with my tail a-waggin’ and won’t move until she comes out and pats me on the head. Andrew doesn’t like the delay to his walk, but he’s so well trained, he’ll stand there until I’m ready to go.

But I’m sad as I write these words. You see, Heather is leaving me. Her boat is repaired and she will be setting sail for the Islands in about a week. I would like to go with her, and she has offered to take me, but I can’t leave Andrew. He would be lost without me. He can’t even find his shoes in the morning without my help. And who would write his books for him? No, I can’t go away with Heather. I will miss her, and out of memory of her, I swear I will never eat another dog biscuit once she is gone.

P.S. By the way, I have my own Facebook page and it’s way cooler than Andrew’s.