California Cruising with a Dog

Throwback Thursday: Exploding Dogs!

Thursday, February 06, 2014S.V. CAMBRIA

Because Sally hasn’t been well and is clearly in the final stage of her life (which could last a couple of months or a couple of years), we’ve spent a lot of time thinking about our lives together and I couldn’t help but remember this blog from our trip up the West Coast of the US back in 2008.  She was 11 at the time and I wasn’t very optimistic about her chances of reaching 12 the following month.  Well, as you can see, she survived my early-morning wrath and continues to torture us (me, especially) with her late-night stalking . . . unfortunately, it’s every night now rather than just the occasional emergency, but we're working on that and seeing slight progress. 

For those of you who cruise with a dog, I’m sure you can relate and for the rest of you, I hope you enjoy it! 

Hiking with Sally in Golden Gate National Recreation Area in Pillar Point.

Originally Posted on July 8, 2008 from Pillar Point, CA

The joys of pet ownership and anchoring don't always go hand in hand.  For those of you who aren't pet owners, there's an unpleasant chemical reaction that occurs when a dog/cat drinks saltwater.  The ensuing explosion can release itself in one of two ways . . . projectile vomiting or in a burst of brown liquid (or, if you're really lucky, both).  Sally generally takes the second of these two options.  Yesterday, David and I thought we'd taken care of the problem during our evening trip to shore when we witnessed two of the aforementioned eruptions, but we were wrong. 

Sally's a quiet a dog by nature, but she has the ability to stare very loudly.  And, being her mother, I'm always the recipient of these stares.  It's my job to decipher what they mean - I'm hungry.  I'm thirsty.  I want a dog treat. - at 5:30 in the morning, the message is always the same - TAKE ME TO THE BATHROOM, NOW! 

I suppose I should be grateful that she waited until dawn, but it's difficult to be appreciative after only 5 hours sleep and you're facing a cold, wet dinghy ride with a dog that can't sit still because she's ready to burst (hopefully not all over you).  Fortunately, we made it without incident and all's now well aboard the good ship Cambria:  Sally's resting quietly on deck, David continues to sleep soundly, and I've put away my "FREE TO A GOOD HOME" sign.

It's a long dinghy ride from the boat to the beach, especially at 5:30 in the morning.

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