Salty Dog

....When I was young and stupid wonderful I lived for about 4 months in a tree house on a beach in Darwin. I was saving up for my first trip to Asia and then on and back to England.......I made leather bags which were sold in the shops and I worked in a jeans shop........when the tide was in I would have to hike my skirt or jeans up to wade to work.......very long story.

I digress.......living in that tree house I adopted a small dog......he arrived and never left.....we called him Salty Dog and he looked just like this one...it brought back so many memories. My brother Gary (who came up a bit later) inherited him and the tree house after I left.

.......And thank goodness we all left just before the big Christmas day Hurricane that wiped out most of Darwin.......the beach and the tree houses didn't stand a chance.

I have been following the development of this little dog...I first saw him as a pup and at that time thought he was being mistreated and I was tempted to phone RSPCA......I was happy to see him today in such good health and such a fabulous protector of HIS boat..........I introduce you to the FABULOUS SALTY DOG.