Hey, mates! Cap'n Bailey Blue, reporting from the briny depths of "The Pond" in the untamed wilderness of New Hampshire.
I've left my first mate, Buster, out there searching for the Great White Whale. He's an impressionable lad, and he has promised to pursue the beast round the horn, across the Norway Maelstrom, and through Perdition's Flame.
Meanwhile, I am beta-testing my new swing. Quite satisfactory--do you not agree?
And most important--here I am conducting the site-survey and initial engineering study for the site of the dock. It is very important that the male human lackey receive appropriate instructions on its installation!
Et voila! A perfect repository for my exquisite tush!
Evenings are devoted to the gentle art of ripping the flesh from stuffed animals. One must keep in shape, you know.
Days are spent in pursuit of large birds...
And smaller birds...
And elegant insects that have no right to be so beautiful, but they are!
Evenings bring an azure sunset.
And the warm glow of the cottage brings itinerant flesh-eating Irish Peasant-Dogs back for some serious ear-licking and a nap.
Bozo, of course, fails to adequately grasp the metaphysical significance of these things.
There's so much more to report!