I was born in the fall of 2008. In July of 2009, I moved on Mattina. She’s a catamaran and is great for dogs. The only life I remember is on my sailboat. I’m a cruising dog. I love running free on the beach. I get to chase crabs.
I think I’m a key part of our pack, but how come I don’t get a say in key decisions! Mathew and Kristina just laid a whopper on me.
They sold Mattina. How could they without asking me? You heard me right. They sold my sailboat.
“Why?” I bark at Kristina.
“Don’t us that tone with me,” she says.
I sit in my most handsome way, roll my eyes up at her, and lay my head on her lap. “But why?” I whine while my tail swishes back and forth on the floor. “I’m sad.”
“Don’t you remember living in the mountains?” she asks.
“Sort of,” I say in my low growl. I’m very suspicious of this.
“Don’t you remember Joe?”
My ears perk up and I peak around at the scene on her laptop. There he is. I remember him. I tilt my head to Kristina.
She smiles. “I see you do. There are lots of dogs and lots of off leash time. You’ll be fine.”
And I will be.