Tropical depression Nicole has made her mark on Baltimore with drenching rain and gusty wind. It has rained here for about 8 hours straight and I'm happy to report that Sani Tred is keeping our boat dry. The same cannot be said for our dock as it is now under the water. That's right the good ole BY(O)B has yet to invest in floating piers, so today we will be climbing up the hull to get in and out of the boat. Before we moved aboard I wondered about things like "how do you get on and off the boat". After living aboard I learned the answer, any way you can.
If you are Chopper for example, most of the time you get carried. This is one of the few things he does not like, which is strange because Chopper likes almost anything. He likes things that we would think are naturally gross, like rolling around in poop, eating vomit, and of course his slimy, squishy tennis balls. However, even the promise of a good ball game has not been enough to entice him to go out today. There was only one thing to do, and on my way home from an early work day I did it... I got him a rain coat.
Now truly I never ever thought I would be the sort of person who dresses little dogs in human clothes. In fact I never even liked little dogs, thinking them more like rodents, then man's best friend. However, everything changes, and today my good friend Chopper got a raincoat.
He was quite exited about it really, that is until I stuck his head into the hood, tucked him under my arm and handed him to Travis to lower unto the wet dock. After a second of hesitation, I could see the acceptance and understanding light up his now half hidden face, as he hoofed it down the dock towards his peeing spot. He looked back only once, and from beneath that yellow vinyl I could see the beginnings of sunshine - or at least something like patient endurance.
Chopper made a new friend. Read about it here