Well here I am again, there has been so many changes since my last story.   I have been hiding out in Virginia Beach, VA for the last three years.   It is a long story how I ended up in Virginia Beach.   I have been in Shock from the move and refused to tell any stories for the last three years, but I guess it's time to get back to the real world and put my stories up for your reading pleasure.    It's not so bad here.....even though my real home is still Grand Cayman, I have to spend a lot of time in Virginia Beach.   My Dad does a lot of traveling now because he is running "Operation Blessing"   http://www.ob.org/   take a look at their website sometime, that is what brought us to Virginia Beach.   I am very proud of my Dad.

This picture is of me in my VB office.   I am dictating to my mom so she can type it up and my sister (Brooke) can put it up on the site.

My dad is now the President of the "Cayman Island Angling Club" so I will again be at the Weigh-in Station this year documenting things from a dogs-eye view. Here's a taste of the fishing to come. As you can see I took a little bite, tee hee, no I didn't, A SHARK did. Sure makes it easy for a little dog to get a good grip on the Sushi though.

Last night I was sound asleep when there was a knock at the door. In comes my friends Dwight and Roy, famous Cayman fishermen. Dwight was pulling in a Big Tuna when the hook came out and flew through the air and landed in Roy's nose. As you can see it went right through and lodged with the barb inside his nose. Dwight and my dad had to cut the hook with bolt cutters and then extract the Barbed end of the hook out of his nose with a Surgical clap. So now Roy knows what it feels like to be on the other end of the fishing line.

I am back in Grand Cayman, been here since November. I don't know what's come over me, but all I seem to do is eat and sleep, I think I have caught

Here is my 2001 Christmas card. It's me and my Christmas Lizard. The two of us go around giving the homeless crabs new homes on Christmas eve. As you can see by the expression on the little bugger's face he was very overjoyed to have a new shell with Spikeleon.com printed right on the side for all to read.

I have kicked off my new ad campaign. ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM, eat your heart out!

I was watching my mom set up the shells for her "Crab Exchange" the other night. Now I should explain what a Crab Exchange is. The Hermit Crabs of Grand Cayman like to change their shells quite often, sometimes they outgrow them, sometimes they just feel like a NEW LOOK! As the population of crabs increase the availability of nice shells decreases. My mom started collecting shells from the beaches and putting them under the tree in our yard. We discovered that at night the crabs would come by the hundreds and fight over the shells, kind of like a sale at "Neiman Marcus". In the morning the Shells would all be gone.

While watching this process I get this really great Idea...why not write my website address on each shell, the crabs come, take the shells off to unknown parts of the Island for all to see www.Spikeleon.com.

How did I come up with such a great Idea, you ask! One day when I was in Atlanta visiting my sister, Rhianna Rose, I saw a guy working a street corner with a sign on his back advertising a shoe store. He had a clown suit on and was dancing to RAP music. When I saw those Crabs walking off with the shells, all I could think of was them dancing off to RAP music for all the Island to see.

Pretty neat hey?

Spike Leon Russell

I walked down to the Queen's Monument the other day to have a look-see. It is one of the tourist attractions on Northside. The monument is to commemorate the opening of the "Queen's Highway". I guess the Queen came to cut the ribbon when they opened the road...I wouldn't know about that, I wasn't even a tinkle in my daddy's eye, don't even think my daddy was a tinkle yet...

Anyhow if you get all the way out to the Queen's Highway, You might want to stop at "Nirvana" (my house) and I could show you the "crab-exchange". I walk the beach everyday to look for "Whelk" shells. I bring them back and write my website address on them. www.spikeleon.com then put them out for the nightly Crab-exchange. The crabs come by the hundreds and fight over the shells. When I get up in the morning all the shells are gone and they are off advertising my website on their backs...HA HA HA... that's what I call "Free Advertising"

My sister, Brooke sent me a picture of my best friend in the USA - INTRODUCING SUSHI BEAN

The fishing tournie is over... my dad, Jerry and Ernie caught quite a few fish, but no prize winners. Here is a pic of my mom and I at the weigh station.

Well do I have a story for you. As everyone knows, my dad is in the fishing tournament with his friends, Jerry and Ernie, on his Boat "Wahoo Willie". My mom and I went down to the Kaibo Yacht Club to wait for Dad to pick us up on his way to the weigh station to weigh the catch of the day. While we waited on the dock, a nice man invited me onto his boat (Peace Maker) for a drink of water. I was a bit thirsty, so I took him up on it. He puts the glass down on the deck for me. I think to myself "this water looks a bit bubbly, but what do I know, I'm just a little dog... I take a drink and WOW! what a kick this water has, it made my left front foot and back right foot kick off the deck simultaneously. Everyone gets a good laugh over this and I jump off the boat and over to my Mom to tell her "this is not like any water I've ever tasted" but everyone is laughing about my feet jumping off the ground. The nice man comes over again and says here is your water do you want another drink? I think "that wasn't so bad, maybe just one more". There they go again, my feet go off the ground and everyone is laughing. Just then a man comes out of the cabin of the boat and says "Where did my Vodka tonic go? Everyone starts roaring with laughter. As I kind of stagger around the dock with a Vodka buzz.

My mom built me my own TUNA TOWER, just like my dad's!!!

Now I can scope out the fish, turtles and snorklers!

Click Here to see the painting and article!

As most everyone knows.....I am quite the famous dog around these parts. A few months back another Famous fellow in our area, Matt Gordon, (Artist extraordinare) asked if I could pose for a painting he was doing. Knowing that I was a natural in the water he wanted me to pose as though I was relaxing in the sea in front of my home in Old Man Bay, Grand Cayman. Well as you can see by the results, I am quite the model.

Matt put the painting in an article he did for a local magazine. I have attached a copy of the article for your enjoyment.

I went to the Doctor and you won't believe what he did to me........He came into the room with something hid behind his back and I kept trying to see what it was, I wish I hadn't now. It was a long, long, very long tube with a syringe on the end. He proceeds to shove this tube up my peepee measuring it with my body to make sure he has shoved it up as far as it could possibly go. Then he sucks out my pee to see if there was blood in it.......all he had to do is ask and I would have gladly peed on him.

Anyhow there was no blood in the pee so he let me go home along with some blue pills that taste like crap, but at least my mommy gives me peanut butter to get me to take them.

I often sleep with my "Christmas Lizard".. Here lizard, lizard, lizard!

I have been after the dirty little bugger ever since he chewed my father's good orange Cutco fish knive handle. My parents showed Jerry the handle and he said "Yes that a Rat, A BIG one too !!!!"

Well he is no more, I was all over the boxes in the garage this morning. My mom finally had to force me to come inside.. I was climbing in the boxes with my butt sticking out and my mom was afraid the rat would bite me on the nose. She was in the house and heard this box noise coming from the garage, the door was open so she knew I was out there again. She walked in the garage and saw me go for the box. All of a sudden, white fluffy fur was flying. It was the undercoating of the rat's fur. My mom put the rat in the freezer so that my dad could show all his friends what a great hunter I am !!!!

One snap of the neck and he is dead with his tongue hanging out between his two front teeth.......

Then passed out on the chair, I was a tired little boy.

Here is the one who did NOT get away!

My mom takes me "ratting" whenever we get the time!

One time, I found a rat hiding under some leaves, but I was on a leash... it took my mom a little while to figure out that I was in my "hunt-mode".

When she finallly got my leash off it is too late and the rat was in a big wooden box of garage doors. I kept jumping up on the box but the rat wouldn't come out. I will get him sooner or later. Our neighbor's yard is full of rats because the workmen throw their lunch garbage around..at least that is what my mom and dad say...

Everyone has their problems.....even here in paradise....