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The boat rocks peacefully with the swell. A single hardboiled egg rolls from side to side in its steel bowl ringing a gentle gong each time it hits the rim. I feel like I’m in a Buddhist Monastery, Getz Gilberto is softly playing in the background and once again my life has been turned upside down by my furry companion.
Never say never! Two things I never thought I would do again… Take my aging dog to sea again and teach sailing. I took Chloe out on a very calm morning for a short sail and her freakout level was a 4 out of 10, its usually a full 100% which is 90% over the scale. To prove she is still a pirate she dove overboard to play chase with a local Seal, yum wet salty dog in the boat.
I don’t know whats going on with her but I’m trying as hard as I can to ignore the fact that I just signed an employment contract because my dear old dog was too old to sail and now she wants to go sailing. The boat is set up for quick departures so when my new big boy schedule allows for it we can sneak out for a quickie here and there. I’m willing to take her as far as she is willing to go but will have to baby her along, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and I don’t want that horrible burden back.
I awoke feeling just a bit freer today even though I am being held in captivity. Life is never short on change, when you least expect it, expect it. Oh and traditional sailing school, well thats a whole other story…
From The Log Of Sookie – Cougar Bay June 2014, Making space…
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.”
~ Walt Whitman