One of my blog fans, of which I have a multitude, wondered recently where I've been. He said he thought it was time for some input from me. I am hugely flattered when anyone shows interest in me but I must admit to being stumped by the request. What would I say? I am happy here in Charleston where I get to take long walks every day, roll around in grass, play ball with my people and sniff the ground for other dogs. The boat isn't rolling or rocking or bucking. What's not to like? And you all should know by now that I mostly enjoy complaining about things, not celebrating them. So what in the world would I talk about? On my walk back down the docks this morning, Elizabeth suggested I give a tour of the docks. I thought that was a tad weak but in the absence of anything more exciting, I said "OK, take photos of me walking back to Skylark. And make them good ones, which means flattering to my butt. Got it?" Got it, she said. And here's the first one. This is me walking toward Dock E where we call home these days.