My blogging friend Bob the Pitbull, wondered how I keep from falling off the boat. Well, Bob, the simple answer is, I learned the hard way. Mom found this picture of me on our old boat, and as you can see, I was very brave (or silly) about going all the way out on the bow pulpit to stand. One day I fell off. I also fell off twice trying to get on the boat. I jumped, but didn't make it. Fortunately, I fell into the water, so I did not get hurt. But I learned that I must wait for someone to lift me onto the boat, so I don't miss. I also fell off one time when we were at anchor, when I was chasing some water down the side. It was fun, until SPLASH. My dad yelled "Dog overboard", and came to rescue me. Luckily, I knew enought to go to the ladder, because when I swim with my mom and dad, I go to the ladder when I am tired. So, Dad plucked me out of the drink, and I learned another valuable lesson.
On our current boat, I have learned I can put my toes only so far before I start to slip. So, I go no further. Also, even thought my dad put a set of stairs by the boat, I ALWAYS wait for someone to pick me up. I have a friend named Gizmo, who used to jump off his boat and run away all the time. I'd NEVER do that, since I know I can fall.
So, there you have it, Bob. Sometimes you have to fall, then you learn what not to do. I am now pretty savvy on the boat, and know my limits.
Fair Winds, my friend!!
