Saturday, May 28, 2011
Happy Sea Dog
Old Salt chucked the first buoy over the side and I asked him which direction we were setting in.
"Dunno." He looked around the inlet, checked the wind and then said, "Just head in the direction of that dog over there."
The Disaster Pup spent this week with us out at Irwins and he didn't fall overboard once. For him and me, it was like he'd never left. Except the staying dry bit ... Hauling him over the gunwales by the scruff of his neck was getting near on impossible anyway, once he'd reached his adult weight.
What a joy happy sea dogs are!