Sailing

Greetings from dry land, friends. I am currently serving as the First Mate AND Official Protector of a very important RV, a position I take extremely seriously and perform with great distinction. But important as my current duties are, we have unfinished business at sea. So settle in, grab a snack, and let’s get back […]

Ahoy, friends! It’s me, Karl, your favorite sassy, four-legged first mate, back with more tales from the high seas of the Bahamas. Grab a treat and settle in, because it’s time to sail down memory lane.   After we left the charming little marina village of West End, we did a lot of sailing. And

Now listen. I am the First Mate. This is my boat. I was not thrilled about the idea of a stranger stepping aboard unannounced. Mom told me I had to allow it. I told her I strongly disagreed. We stared at the dock. The dock stared back. In the end, no one came. Victory for

I had such an exciting Christmas break, people. Truly historic. I cannot wait to tell you all about it. My people finally got smart and decided to do something fun. We spent the entire week of Christmas on an adventure, including Christmas Day itself, which I feel is the correct way to celebrate any holiday.

Hi, it’s me, Karl. Your favorite German Shepherd boy, back to continue the tale…tail….of my sail to the Bahamas.     Once we reached the ocean, we were officially on our way to the Bahamas, and I was soooo excited. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t exactly new to this whole out of the

Hi, it’s me. Karl. When I last left you, we were ready to leave Stuart, Florida, but someone crashed into the train bridge. Very rude. I have been patient, brave, and extremely handsome while waiting to continue this story, so here we go. By the time this part begins, we were more than ready to