don, Author at The Harbor Dogs' Stories

Oct 1, 2019

Pup Fiction – by Don

Listen, I’ve been on vacation and therefore very negligent. I don’t have a fully-developed blog for you this month. Luckily, I DO have a lot of random, humorous story fragments. Kind of like the Dead Sea Scrolls. So I’m going to try a Quentin Tarantino move here. I’m just going to string along these unrelated […]

Jun 1, 2019

Insane Pownal Coyote Posse – by Don

The blog is starting!!! The blog is starting!!!! Please be seated and turn your cellphone off. To be quite honest, I’m not sure how dogs evolved. They should be a dead branch on the evolutionary tree considering some of the things they eat – chicken bones, tacos, socks, couch stuffing, rotting things, socks, rat poison, […]

Feb 1, 2019

The Family Budster – by Don

I figured since I wrote pieces about getting Max, Auggie, and Coal that I was obligated to write one about getting Buddy. So let’s do this whether we want to or not. I’m going to use all of Buddy’s nicknames in casual reference in this blog. Sorry in advance. ——————————- We came to know The […]

Oct 1, 2018

Let Loose the Dogs of War – by Don

You might get the impression that Max and I still battle like we did when he was a puppy. We do. The battles are different now that we’re both old and lazy. In the past, something as simple as getting Max in the car resembled a Nazi-Soviet slugfest with vast encirclements, unspeakable civilian atrocities, and unrelenting […]

Jun 1, 2018

Love Letters to the Edge – by Don

Have you ever been from away and wanted to correct the Boothbay Region’s primitive ways or vindicate grievances you have suffered at the hands of the region’s ignorant peasantry? It can be incredibly hard to drill your point into the thick local skulls when you have suffered so much. You also need to get the […]

Feb 1, 2018

Salty to the Bone – Auggie – The Salad Days – by Don

Not-a-Dog-Don here! Instead of gasbagging another story about how Puppy Max humiliated me, I thought I’d switch it up with a last-minute hacked-together e-pulp about Auggie. Of course I’ll include enough tender moments so you won’t call Animal Services on me. And please refrain from being one of the dozens of miscreants who send me […]

Oct 1, 2017

Salty to the Bone – Max: Volume III – by Don

Brace Yourself for Training So here we are again, you and me. Me- ready to divulge the innermost and most intimate details of my relationship with Max for your amusement, and You- ready to glance through this blog for any remotely funny snippets to ease the day-to-day brutal grind of your recurring Kafkaesque torment. […]

Jun 1, 2017

Salty to the Bone – Max: Volume II – by Don

When I left you last, Max was eight weeks old and had emerged from his Stone & Steel Stove Fortress to shred a little toy named Blue Bear. We realized that Max would tolerate us as food, shelter, warmth, treat, and shreddable-toy providers. Nothing else. We were ecstatic. We shall now (with your permission) discuss Max – The […]

Aug 1, 2016

Coal – by Don

Hi there. It’s Don. And I’m not a dog. I didn’t think it was appropriate for another dog to write about this. And given how much I loved Coal, I didn’t think it was appropriate to skip or gloss over it. We lost Coal on July 19th. He was almost 13. We’d had him since […]

Feb 1, 2016

Salty to the Bone – Max: Volume I – by Don

Somehow I figured it would be a good idea to write in my own voice rather than one of my dogs. I did this for a couple reasons. I thought it would be a good format to share stories about my pack of wild curs that would be otherwise un-tellable. I loved writing in Coal’s […]