Salty dog on the outside, sweet meat candy in the middle.
I’m the Bacon your mother warned you about. A pessimist at heart, rescued from the mean streets of Columbus, Ohio. Stoic at first sight, but I’ll nudge my way under your armpit and into your heart. Some say I'm the perfect combination of cynic and sidekick. I’ll size you up for days then slather your face with slobbery wet kisses. True to my breed, I’m the quintessential American Gentleman. Proud, patriotic, and a little too stubborn. Staunchly carnivorous and perhaps a few pounds too heavy. I sleep through sunsets and despise long walks on the beach, but somehow the ladies still love me.
I’m a dog of few words, but many strong opinions. I spent the past six years stewing in my own thoughts, waiting for the perfect opportunity to share my keen insights with you. Then suddenly my parents broke the news – soon we will all be moving to BOSTON. Where new adventures abound and stinky cobblestone street corners wait to be claimed. Where distinguished Boston Terriers demand great respect. The perfect place to stand high on my soapbox.
So I created this website - to finally exercise my constitutional right to speak my mind. Just like the Founding Fathers intended. And boy do I have some Salty Thoughts to share. I hope you’ll follow along as I make the move to Boston and mark my own Freedom Trail.
