Yo. Watson is BACKKKKK on line for all you fans! I know it has been a while - but I was busy this past winter putting down all my thoughts on last year's trip in my first published work - Watson's Excellent Adventure on the Hudson River 2009 - which sold a total of 2 copies (both to my mom). But mostly I was napping or playing with my pals or watching the final season of "Lost". Did you notice the dog was the one who survived!
We are back living small on Taking Stock. I knew something bad was up yesterday when two of my worst nightmares came true: 1) She took me to ole Doc Olmstead in the am - enticing me with the promise of a ride in the VW bug convertible with the top down and my ears flapping in the breeze. Next thing I have a thermometer up my you know what and a shot in the rump. Apparently I have a fancy form of athlete's foot called derma-whatsit. And honking big pills - I get my jaws pried open while she tries to lob this thing down my throat - only to get stuck on the roof of my mouth. These wrestling matches are not much fun - but sometimes I get lucky and spit it out under the sofa when she isn't looking. Oh - yah - and the other nightmare was my bath to smell like some flower that has not been doggy blessed.
Anyway - at 0h-eight hundred hours this am we headed out of Falmouth. Ralph came to see us off - just like last year. He was the only smart one in the party - he turned around and went home. Bet he's in a comfy bed tonight - not playing 3's company.
Things went pretty well after we left Falmouth Harbor (Hi to all the guys and gals at Pier 37!) I did not leave any presents around for you to find later. After enjoying an all too brief interlude in the cockpit with the breeze rippling through my hair, the wind and surf whipped up a bit after we cleared Cuttyhunk and headed into Rhode Island Sound. Then I wedged myself up on the Pilot's seat and made the old man stand all the way to Wickford!
Things settled down a bit when we got closer to Newport - and my people told me about all the big houses along the water there. They looked pretty small from where I sat.
We made our way to Wickford Marina - had a little trouble making it to the dock - with every dockhand and boat owner within a 3 mi radius watching the fun. I am not so handy with the lines - but I do a good job running back and forth on the cockpit seat overseeing everything.
Nice place: convenient to grass appropriate for canine purposes & lots of doggies here. I have now had some lunch and a forced march to town - which wasn't too bad as I met Abbie the Good (Westie, of course) and her buddy Fergus MacBad (Scottie - what else). They don't swim Or watch TV. What is wrong with their parents!!
Tonight we are going to visit Maggie, a Sheltie and her people, Joel's brother Carl and his wife. I do hope a few crumbs fall off the table and land near me. That would be the perfect end of a pretty good doggy day. Bye for now.
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