The Ships Dog

Some say he's ginger.

Some say he's furry. 

Some say he's a genius in a small package.

Master sleeper by day and night. Bringer of joy and demander of affection. 
He is the ships dog. Born in 2004 he's now a late middle aged well travelled companion. He's seen a few things. Thankfully he can't talk. 

Motorbikes, cycles, rucksacks, trailers, plastic carrier bags and the occasional toboggan. 

This little guy has lived in the city, on the inland waterways, he's watched velodrome racing, he's travelled at well over 140mph on a motorbike, he travelled the length and breadth of the UK in every kind of vehicle available. He's crossed the channel, He's eaten crepes in France, Waffles in Holland, Lobster in Guernsey, chips in Alderney and pooped in the middle of Liverpool street station. He's got a passport and is locked and loaded. 
He's a coiled spring, masked by the false exterior of a creature that spends 22 hours a day sleeping. Don't let him fool you. 

king of the spray hood

rucksacking


wedged in

dog tired

rolling

hot dog

dinghying

like a coiled spring

can't be comfortable

can't be arsed

snuffer

siesta

embarrassing baby picture

prone

hey remember me? got any food?

flat out

calm sailing

sailing

waiting

fashion

channel crossing

weather bound

hard at it

professional snooze

yoghurt

awkward

that look. it's accusatory. 


biking


Newquay

raving with his Essex Be-atches

snow drifting

beach

Mexican

North sea crossing

commuting

gold lamé gusset

peeking

wild boar paté

mcflurry

snuck in

sailor

the bone

the balancing act


roof top territory

accidental swim

doggy hates rain

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