April 18, 2013

We are at Sherman Island. Possibly the most windy place we've been yet. The male human chose it because he likes to kiteboard. There are others of his kind here.

There are two dogs that are loose all the time. They appear friendly but I am suspicious. They lay right outside the front door. They do not heed my warnings. I believe they want me to let my guard down and then attack me if I go outside. Or, maybe they think they are being cute and my humans will give them food.

The dogs do not concern me as much as the cats. They are everywhere. Someone says they are feral but have been fixed. They hang out in the bushes. I can see them creeping around under the trailers. I do not trust them any more than the dogs.

The humans go on day trips to Sonoma, Napa, Sausalito and Rio Vista. People come and go in the campground. There are boats with fishermen, cars with fishermen, kiteboarders and sailboarders. They each have their areas of the camp. Sometimes the fishermen get mixed up with the kiteboarders and then there disagreements.

The humans force me to go outside in my harness so they can take pictures. They humans must be bored.