He's Popeye the Sailor Dog!

I have to admit, I'm a little doggie with an attitude. But that comes from years of being an old salt. Now I find I am just a landlubber, and have grown to hate spinach. I much prefer the taste of leather. And I just love to bite feet! If a foot comes my way, I will surely bite it. If a foot comes in the door, it gets bit. If a foot wiggles just a bit, it's mine!

But, I can be a very sweet little boy, too. I just love to be loved, and there is no substitute for Mommy Love. I only love my mommy. I follow her every step she takes. If she goes outside, I will go in every room in the house looking for my mommy. When mommy leaves, I lie at the door she left through until she comes home. One time that was eight whole days while mommy was visiting her family! I dance on my hind legs, paws in the air, when mommy comes home.

I love to go bye-bye in the car. But now that I'm older, I don't get out as much as I used to. Even still, when I do go, I cannot sit still in the car. I wallow mommy, look out the window, jump from back to front and front to back.

I used to chase the cat a lot, but she went to see Jesus. I miss chasing her about, and she knew I was the boss. I would chase her all around, and then walk away with a sense of accomplishment. She's not the only thing I'll chase. One day I chased a man on a lawnmower all the way down the street with my daddy chasing after me. But I'm getting too old for that silly chasing business now.

No one really knows all my history. I figure they don't need to know. Everyone says I must have been abused before I came to this new home, but what they don't know about the life of a pirate dog won't hurt them. I seem to like women better than men, for obvious reasons. And I don't like to spend much time outside. I've had enough sun on the sea to last me a lifetime. I don't care for long walks, since retirement means RELAX. And I may have my little quirks, but there is none other like me. I am unique, and I am spoiled to the bone.