Apr 12, 2013

Boothbay Region Land Trust Trails – By Coal

Coal here, My coat IS very soft and furry. Thank you for saying so. I am only as Dog made me, and I am glad you people enjoy rubbing it so much. Sometimes in the winter the rubbing builds up a static charge and it zaps my nose. So watch out. I wouldn’t want my […]

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Apr 12, 2013

Fisherman’s Festival 2013 – Auggie

Auggie Here, I have just read The Fattie’s paltry, hack-job, write-up from last year’s Fisherman’s Festival. I am so angry I could bite through a rhinoceros femur bone. How long did you think I wouldn’t be able to read, LoserDog? Did you think I would let this one slide? Balderdash…. I will tell it exactly […]

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Feb 25, 2013

Walk for the Animals 2013 – By Max

Max here. I am just fine, thank you. The nights are getting longer and cooler, and I notice all the squirrels are fatter and more insolent. And the annoying thing is that I have to wake Liana and Don up in pitch blackness to get fed at 4:45am. Sometimes forcefully. Sometimes by staring balefully at […]

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Sep 20, 2012

I am Coal. Hear Me Bark! – By Coal

Both Max and Aug say it’s about time I wrote something to earn my keep, so here I am. I am Cole. You may know me as the black lab who hangs out in front of the store with the silver beard, white stripe on my chest, and sleeps in the bushes when he’s tired […]

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Aug 26, 2012

Deb’s Used Tennis Balls – By Auggie

I am Auggie and this is my first write-up. I had been trying to avoid doing this shellackery for as long as I could. But I could not allow Fatso’s (Editor’s Note– Max’s) last recrimination of me to stand. I have NOT bitten anyone. Maybe when I was a 3-month old pup, but certainly not […]

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Jun 18, 2012

Max Loves Food — By Max

Max here. Auggie and Cole are fighting over a stuffed penguin covered in dog drool. It’s a normal night here in Southport. Those of you who know me know that I love food. I mean I reeeeeeaaaaally love food. And yes, I know all the neighborhood kids call me Fat Max. So don’t bother telling […]

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May 22, 2012

It’s Not a K9 Crooked House, It’s a K9 Crooked Home – By Max & Auggie

Max: I guess they call these K-9 Crooked Houses a “dog house.” Aug: I thought a dog house was where my toys, rope, and dog bones were. Max: Nope. That’s what you call a “Human House” or “Property.” But you can put all of your favorite things into a dog house. Aug: ROWF!!!! I thought […]

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