MY NAME

Just like royalty I have a lot of names. My official name is Moonstruck's Hawkeye of Cayo Hueso. Moonstruck is my mom's family name. Hawkeye is after the character in the Last of the Mohicans (and because my folks liked it a lot.I am not named after the character from M.A.S.H) and Cayo Hueso is where I live. I also have my family name which is Hawkeye Orion Beans Belland. They just call me Hawkeye although I hear the word "No" more than my name, so I sometimes think that might be one of my names too.

Orion and Beans were dogs that belonged to my mom and dad and Belland is my new last name. I am told that have really big shoes to fill when it comes to dogs but if you saw my feet, you would see that really won't be a problem.

MY DOG FAMILY

So I thought I would share some family photos with you. This is a great picture of my mom, Madison, my brother Jameson, my sister Bella and me. I call this the Last Supper.

Speaking about my family, I should tell you I come from a long line of champions. My family tree is as big as the British Royal Family, only my relatives are all a lot better to look at. I have been in touch with my brother and sister since we left our old home. My brother Jameson who lives in Orlando is already swimming and my sister Bella, who lives with my mom Madison, started driving. I just get pulled around in bike buggy and chase after a rubber chicken.

COMING TO KEY WEST

The day started out like any other. Got up, played with my sister, Bella and my brother who goes by Grassy Green, because that is the color he likes to wear. Ate a little, stopped at my mom's filling station and loaded up a delicious swig of milk.

Before I know it, I am sitting in the back of a black Ford Expedition (who drives a black car in Florida in the summertime?) and I am heading to Key West. Key West? Hello, I am wearing a little fur coat. How about something with a mild summer, say Maine? Martha Stewart has a swell place up there I could visit. On our way down south we stop at some really hip places, Yehaw Junction, the service plaza at Snapper Creek and some church in Big Pine Key. These folks really know how to show a dog good time.

Anyway, after about 10 hours and in dog years, that seemed like 7 months, we finally get to this Key West place. It doesn't seem too bad, although it is a little warmer than I would like it. I really hope these people have air conditioning because otherwise, I will start Twittering Martha about visiting.

I start to check the place out. Nice yard, brick deck, swimming pool. Damn! In my attempt to show off how I can trot around the pool, I fell in to the darn thing. Thank God for those web feet. They sure do come in handy in times like these. Not that I needed them mind you, because the man who drove me, scooped me up by this silly red harness he put on me. I am not so sure red is my color. I have been wearing hunter green for so long, I've become attached to it. Now these folks have me in red. I just hope the color doesn't run on my coat and I get mistaken for an Irish Setter.