- For the maiden voyage of my first Boston Whaler, he was there.
- Ears flapping so fast at the bow of the boat at full throttle that I was a afraid he was going to take flight.
- He dug holes chasing ghost crabs so deep, all you could see were butt and tail.
- I got rid of the wife and kept the dog- one of the best decisions I've ever made.
- One time he spooked, and spun so fast his hind quarters went off the dock, and the rest followed in a long slow drag of claw resisting terror like something out of a cartoon- he was fine.
- Wading into the water just enough to lay down, cool off, and keep going.
- He was a consummate gentlemen with other dogs, cats, and kids.
- He never told if someone got topless or went skinny dipping.
- Rolling in really stinky otter poop at a big party - bad dog!
- Frisbee dog extraordinare when he was younger. Always up for a game of beersbee, or being the monkey in the middle.
- Chewing Nylabones, the treat of choice and 24 hour breakfast of champions- even when I was trying to sleep.
- The summer party where Paul and our friends got him drunk on beer. What a hangover he had!
- Being in the middle of the mud fight with the ladies at the Rockville Regatta. I owe you for that one bud.
- Taking dock baths - and playing the bull vs. me as bullfighter when it was time to dry off. Ole!
- First time my boat almost sunk - he came to lay down next to me after the excitement was over to make me feel better. It didn't go down, but it was touch and go for a while there.
- One time we went boat camping and I left him outside for the night. The mosquito's were so bad he cried for relief he was getting bitten so badly. I took pity and let him in the tent. That sandy dog made a mess of everything, but got his own tent after that in a rare moment of being spoiled.
- Falling in the water trying to catch a mullet mid-jump in his teeth.
- Popcorn- the only people food he ever got when it wasn't an accident. He loved it as much as his dad does, and could catch it from any angle.
- Dogsitters - From old friends to near strangers. Thank you. He never spent a day in the kennel since he was two years old, even when I was a road warrior.
He was never any good at making coffee. He couldn't fend off for shit, and whenever I asked him to grab the anchor line he gave me this look like "Nah, I don't feel like it. You do it". Still for all he couldn't do, he was great at just being him and that made everyone's life around him brighter- especially mine. I miss you dude and when I get underway in blue ocean I'll imagine you standing at the bowsprit watching the dolphins with your ears flapping in the wind with that big 'ol smile on your face.
