Jesus, was she beside herself yesterday when we left her at home.
The boat was going in and it wasn't the most convenient
situation for her to be with us. Later on last night when we were
home watching TV, rather than being 'on top of us', she held her
distance on the chair along the adjacent wall. There was this
'you left me at home while you went to the boat' air about her
that was unavoidable. It was hard to ignore.
Maybe I should back up a touch. This dog lives for the boat.
Ever since puppyhood, she's been with us on the water. Her
short legs provide great stability on a pitching and heaving surface.
She trots fore and aft along the decks, scouting for crumbs (non-
stop eating as soon as one steps foot on this boat), barks at dogs on
land as we pass by, and at dogs on passing boats as well. She's a
true and reliable crewmember. Never a last minute 'can't make it'
call. She would drive the car to the boat if we allowed her to.
I know some of my very few readers scoff at the thought of
being able to poop on the boat, or having pillows for comfort's
sake, or the lack of hiking straps in the cockpit. Understood.
But there's nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth
having as your dog with you on your boat.