Oh, Rick, that is a very sweet looking doggie.
Freya the wonder puppy is isn’t allowed into the front room where the Christmas tree sits, unscathed. Yesterday was a rainy day and the puppy had already chewed everything in the kitchen, where she is contained. Like nuclear waste.
The phone cord is chewed to bits, the napkins are shredded and the chairs all have teeth marks. To avoid the wrath of the Voice of Reason we drove to Richmond Yacht Club, ran up and down every dock.
Puppies are sailor magnets. I met a new sailing friend on C Dock who has a beautiful and well maintained Olson 40 in an upwind slip. He told me that he sailed an Olson 30, s/v Quest, in the 1988 SHTP. He did not win, he said. I said that only one person wins each race, and asked if he plans to do it again. “Sure,” he said with a grin.
Then the puppy was off down to the end of C dock, then back up and around we went to Dura Mater. She wasn’t particularly happy about being thrown aboard, but I’m bigger than she is so that’s where she went. Down into the cabin, where I made a cup of coffee and read a book from Danny’s table. While we were there the puppy chewed up an old hat, an old green dockline, one tide & current book and then she started in on Synthia’s mosquito swatter. So I took that away from her and cut off the chewed part. It will still work just fine in the Delta. After she chewed one of my anchor gloves (the Velcro scared her repeatedly) I finished my coffee and we headed out.
Ran up and down the docks again, then up into the small boat yard where she smelled all the gazillion boats and trailers there. After that we ran back to the car and I drove us home. She sat still for approximately 20 minutes.
Today? Well, it’s supposed to stop raining in an hour and that’s when we’ll go out for another run. Again.
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