Bacon Goes to Acadia National Park

Bacon Goes to Acadia National Park

Most people who know me would probably describe me as “indoorsy”. You know, the opposite of the adrenaline-junkie, adventure-loving, vegan outdoorsy crowd. The ones who wear their puffy Marmot coats and Keen sandals and stuff all their favorite belongings into a backpack the size of Rhode Island, then go hike up and down mountains for days on end. That’s not me. It’s safe to say I’m not too fond of outdoor adventures… or people, places, or things (other animals) related to being outside. In an ideal world, I would stay within a half-mile radius of my home at all times where I’ve scouted out all the trees, memorized all the scents, and identified all the neighborhood dogs. Somewhere like Beacon Hill, where a nap is always just a short walk away. #BaconHill

So you can imagine the look on my face last month when my parents told me we were going on a road trip…

The Best Lobstah Roll in Boston

The Best Lobstah Roll in Boston

I never really loved the idea of Halloween. Dressing up in ridiculous costumes, parading around the neighborhood for miles and miles, socializing with creepy little neighborhood kids dressed as ghosts, and witches, and zombies. Not to mention the tricks… oh good grief … all the silly tricks these humans want me to do. And the worst part is I can’t even stuff my face with chocolate to make it all seem worthwhile. So I’ve never really been too keen on Halloween. But this year is different because it turns out these Bostonians are serious about their Halloween festivities.

Bacon Goes Back to School

Bacon Goes Back to School

It’s that time of year again… the leaves are starting to fall, there’s a crisp breeze floating through the New England air, and ladies all around Boston are putting back the first PSLs of the season. It’s hard to deny the sure signs that Fall is finally here. But Fall is also the time of year when 998 of your 1000 dearest friends on Facebook are posting back to school pics. Photos of their stir-crazy kids waiting anxiously for the bus with their brand new kicks and oversized backpacks.  Holding chalkboard signs that say… I want to be a butcher when I grow up. (Wait, or is that just me?)

Make Friends Like a BOSS-ton

Make Friends Like a BOSS-ton

Now that I’ve been living in Beantown for a few months and the steamy summer weather is starting to cool down, Mom says I can no longer get away with being the new pup in town and hide in my apartment all day like a loner (insert eye roll here). She says I need to get out there and make some new Boston furiends. I say… why? But I’ve picked up some wisdom over my past 7 years, and when Mom asks if you want to do something, turns out you don’t really have any say in the matter at all. And so the dreaded search for new friends began...

Moving is the WORST

Moving is the WORST

Last week I officially moved for the first time… from my comfortable, quiet, peaceful home in friendly Ohio to the smelly, noisy, snarky streets of downtown Boston. And let me tell you friends, it was rough.

First came all the packing. The boxes and the bubble wrap and the endless rolls of tape. To be clear, I didn’t actually pack anything. But I supervised the packing very closely.  I itemized every single prized possession to make sure nothing was misplaced, and by nothing, I mean none of my things.

Boston or Bust

Boston or Bust

HERE YE! HERE YE! Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my blog, Salty Thoughts.

As you may already know from reading My Story, I’m a Midwestern dog born and rescued and raised.  And for the past six years, Ohio has been pretty good to me. Ohio is where I first learned how to play fetch and where I had my first mind-blowing taste of salty, crispy bacon. Ohio is also where I found my parents, or where they found me, depending on who you ask. Occasionally, when I’m feeling really adventurous, I road trip to exotic places like Missouri and Illinois. Solid Midwestern states where the land is flat, the horizons are clearly demarcated, and minimal energy is required to get from place to place. In the midwest, life is good and I was pretty content to keep it that way. Until a few months ago when my parents broke the news…