And so we piled everything into the car and headed for land.
Showing posts with label moving off the boat. Show all posts
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Monday, November 2, 2009
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Miss Boaty
Take three. I lived on a boat twice before because I suffer from temporary bouts of insanity. This blog details the second and third round of said insanity. But I always grow tired of living in apartment buildings surrounded by neurotic neighbours. So I get rid of everything I own (again), gather the dogs, get a boat and move to a marina. Where else are you going to get a self-contained waterfront home in Toronto for less than the price of a human kidney?
Ira, Yorkie, 10 years
aka The Littlest Homo. This fearless Yorkshire Terrier has been challenging the status quo of the pack daily for 9 long years in a bid to overthrow the current Alpha, me. He is also an inveterate traveller and experienced boat dweller.
Sadie, Cocker, Old as Dirt
aka Little Miss Sadie Kisses. A recent rescue from the Toronto Humane Society, Sadie now spends her days eating rotten fish, sleeping in the sun, and avoiding anything that resembles a stick. Her past is a mystery except that she is a breast cancer surviver, hails from the country and seems to have been used primarily for breeding.