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DISCLAMER:  The following dramatization is based off a true story. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.  All scenes are 100% historically accurate.  This is a small snapshot of living on a 22′ sailboat in the Pacific North “WET” West with my dog.  All art donated by Kelly Nelson www.swellyroo.com

Last night as we walked down the docks Chloe is her usual spastic self ran right off the dock chasing a duck.  She torpedoed into the water disappearing in the muck as the duck dived beneath the surface Chloe followed.

She popped to the surface with no duck which was quite disappointing to me because we have a, if she kills it I eat it rule and I was hungry.

This was the second salty dog episode in two days.  Salt water inside the boat makes for a horribly damp living environment so Chloe got a bath.  I dont know why but there is only one person on this planet who Chloe will let give her a bath.  Jessica just says “in Chloe” and she jumps in the tub and lays down.  Its quite different for me, It must be quite amusing to onlookers watching the struggle I put up with in trying to get her clean.

I washed and dried her as best I could but it takes hours for her to fully dry. I had planned to leave her outside till she dried but it started pouring rain and she was wet all over again.  In came the soaking wet beast, in the humidity the boat smelled like wet dog withing seconds.  She jumped from one berth to the next me chasing and shooing but it was too late, every inch of the boat was soaking wet, steamy, and reeked of wet dog.

I sat down in frustration smiled at her and said I love you Chloe even if you smell like a dead seal, she licked her chops as she does when she is totally content laid her head down and stared at me.

I laid down in my wet stinky wet bunk,all wet with a glass of wine and listened to the pitter patter of rain contemplating how it is even remotely  possible that I am single.

True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on.

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