My Name is Danny

Danny the Dog


Hello, my name is Danny. Some people, well, most people, call me a dog. But I am a person just like everyone else. I may be only two feet tall and have four legs (and some fur), but I’m a person nonetheless. Just ask my roommate Andrew.

Andrew and I live together on a boat. It’s cozy as long as it’s just the two of us. However, sometimes he brings home a female and then I have to sleep out on the deck. It just ain’t fair.

The other day I was taking Andrew for his walk, and two females came up to us. Of course, they spoke to me first. “What a cute little fella,” the blonde-haired female said. At that, I just had to wag my tail. Then the one with the red hair bent down and rubbed my head. Boy, do I love it when females rub me!

Anyway, what I’m getting at is that those two would have been very happy to come back to the boat with me. And maybe we could have had something to eat (I like turkey slices) and then one of them—or both—could have scratched my tummy (I like that too).

And you know what? Next time I might just bring them back to the boat, and then Andrew will have to sleep out on the deck while the two girls and I eat turkey slices and scratch each other’s tummies.