Salty and the Missing Dog Bowl Salty's Waggy Tales

Woof, woof! Woof, woof!

Woof, woof! Woof, woof!

Woof, woof! Woof, woof!

Hello there. I'm Old Jack and this is Salty.

Salty loves living here with me and she often has adventures of her own.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Good. Then I'll tell you one of Salty's Waggy Tales.

Once upon a twinkly time, Salty was lying on her

special carpet in front of The Mermaid Cafe.

She was curled up with her blue blankie

and thinking doggy thoughts.

After a while, Salty realised that she was thirsty.

What she needed was a drink of water from her favourite

dog bowl. But when she looked around for the dog bowl it was gone.

Now, Salty is a very clever dog.

Instead of getting upset about losing the dog bowl she decided to go

and look for it.

So she got up and trotted off to Emily's stall to see if it was there.

Emily's stall was a place that Salty liked very much

and she was sure her dog bowl would be there.

But when she arrived, it was nowhere to be seen.

She would have to look somewhere else.

She trotted down the High Street and up the slippery steps.

Perhaps she had left her dog bowl on the windy path.

Salty made her way up the hill and soon reached the top.

All this running was making her thirsty.

But when she reached the windy path there was no dog bowl,

just clumps of grass and the usual marvellous view of Staithes.

Salty gazed down on the little town

and tried to see any good places she might have left her dog bowl.

And far away in the distance was Ernie's fish stall.

Perhaps she had left her dog bowl there.

It was a long way away, but Salty was thirsty so off she set.

She went back down the slippery steps,

along the High Street, past Emily's sweet shop, across the big bridge

and down onto the other side of the river.

Salty arrived at Ernie's fish stall and had a careful sniff around.

She was really thirsty now after that long, long walk,

but as she nosed around the fish stall and the lobster pots

and Ernie's coiled fishing ropes

she realised that her lovely dog bowl wasn't there either.

Salty was starting to feel very sad about this and very thirsty too.

She had looked in all the special places she could think of

and that dog bowl was still missing.

So with a heavy heart, tired paws and a dry feeling

in her mouth Salty started back on the long journey to Shelly's cafe.

She trotted across the big bridge, along the High Street,

past the slippery steps, along the harbour-side

and finally arrived, worn out, at her

favourite piece of carpet with her blue blankie

in a scruffy heap beside it.

Salty looked at her blankie and saw something very unusual.

One corner of her blankie was wet. Now that was odd.

She tugged at the blankie and saw that there was a lump under it.

She tugged again and saw something silvery

and shimmery underneath it.

It was her dog bowl.

It had been hidden under the blue blankie. That's why it was wet.

Well, Salty felt very silly.

She had been looking for that dog bowl all over Staithes

and it had been under her blankie all along.

But she sniffed it fondly and then with a wag of her tail

she had a very well-deserved drink of water. And it was delicious.

Good old Salty. She's the best dog in the world.