Hi! Sam, again. As you may, or may not know, Hilton Head Blog Angel has a new gig. A gig that has absorbed her thoughts to herself, as well as in conversations with family and friends, AND her musings on our walks and beach days. Obviously, she cannot handle both, a newspaper gig, and, a blog gig, otherwise she’d be plugging in some copy here a little more frequently than once every couple of months. As it is, I gotta’ keep the machine rolling along like it’s well-oiled, so you guys don’t notice the big, widening gaps in between her blog posts.
Now, you may wonder, why it’s such a big deal, if she’s only writing a column twice a month – every other Monday – about Hilton Head, why then is it so difficult to handle that, AND a blog? Well, we were wondering that ourselves, me and Johnny D. Like, how long does it take to think about a topic, and then write about it, and you only have to do that like, every two weeks, right? Well apparently, we shouldn’t have been wondering that stuff out loud in front of Blog Angel, because, being a fragile, creative, word artiste (as she describes herself on a good day), she is constantly misunderstood by us less-evolved neanderthals. I really don’t know what she means when she says things like that, but Johnny D doesn’t appreciate it either. So, we just get up and watch TV in the other room, so she can have her space to, you know, flesh out ideas, and create.
Which brings me to my promo. Those of you who have pets, should ask them where they want to go, and I’ll bet they say, ‘Hilton Head, please!’ And do you know why? Well, I’ll tell you why. Two reasons: 1) Great, easy-to understand leash laws for the whole island, including beaches. And most public places, you’ll see containers with signs offering plastic bags for free, while you’re walking your best friend, in case you forgot to bring your own. They even set us up with showers and water fountains, here on Hilton Head Isle.
And b.) the people that work here love pets! Can you believe it? Everywhere I go with Mom or Johnny D, I get treats. There’s even some restaurants that let you sit outside and eat with your dog, like they do in the Old Country. Wherever that is. In the mornings, when we walk the golf course, the Guys, like Steve and Grady and Joe, take care of me with biscuits. They know how hard I work treeing squirrels, so the golfers can play through, undisturbed. It’s not easy being me, down here.
I know it looks simple, but taking care of Hilton Head Blog Angel and Johnny D, is like, the hardest job you could ever ask for. You don’t know what I’m up against. So, make sure you are nice to the security guards and the bag boys and caddies while you’re here, because they’ll all take care of you, while you’re here in the middle of the winter, sneaking a break from those crazy snow storms up north, east, and west. Really.
Who’d ‘a thunk, it would be warm enough to hit the beach this past weekend, right? But there I am, living large, happy to be here, sharing my scent with anything that will let me roll around backwards and bark. It doesn’t get any better than this.