Nothing to do with boats, but the first mate has had to work from the office recently, so the sea dawg has acquired a dog-walker for a couple of days a week.
She snoozes most of the time we're away, but now she gets woken up, whisked into the back of a Honda estate with eight other waggy, excited dogs, gets to run around the woods with her very own pack for a couple of hours, before being deposited home and snoozing until we get back.
I'm trying to work out what she must make of her new, exciting life. It must be like some doggy vision of paradise. Or does it seem like one of her dreams when she's fast asleep but twitching and woofing, presumably chasing cats and squirrels?