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unnamed-3These last two and a half weeks have been a bit up and down for me emotionally. It’s been exciting taking on the new boat as a project but it is so over-whelming the amount of work that is needed to understand the boat and make her safe to move any distance. Also I miss terribly my friends back in Pittsburgh and at T², Anna competing at the CrossFit Games and then moving house and not being there to help or at least get in the way. I feel rather helpless/hopeless with regards to projects on the boat because by the time Paul has explained what he wants doing, it would have been quicker for him to do it himself. It’s way too hot during the day to take the dogs walking; Bella still won’t pee on the boat so it is a quick sprint ashore and back every couple of hours. Anyway, enough of my moping.

On the lighter side of life, stripping excess and redundant wires from the spaghetti network continues apace. Paul has managed, we think, to fix the main leaks in the cabin by chopping out lumps from the roof and backfilling them with West Systems. Unfortunately like most jobs on the boat so far, what should have been a simple cut-and-fill, turned into a major job because where the core was wood, it was rotten so all that had to be dug out before refilling.

I say the main leaks because it poured with rain two nights ago and there were still a few trickles running down from the toe rail area. We can’t get our heads around taking off the toe rail, resealing the gap between the hull and the deck and replacing the toe rail so Paul took off the stanchions, re-bedded them and re-bolted with new non-rusted bolts. Fingers crossed. It did, actually, pour with rain last night but I was too tired to stay awake to check.

unnamed-5unnamed-4I have found a great place to take the dogs for a walk that is not the beach, but unfortunately there is no shade so it only works if it is cloudy or raining. Each time we go, we find more trails to follow. The first time we went, Ebba and Bella met a new friend though the relationship didn’t last too long. Bella decided to try a local delicacy; not sure what these are – any guidance would be appreciated. They didn’t make her ill so she either didn’t eat sufficient of them or they are not poisonous at least to dogs. Fortunately they still haven’t managed to catch a lizard.

unnamedunnamed-1We threw out the old stove/oven with its 30 years of grease and replaced it with a lovely shiny new one. At least when this one gets greasy, I’ll know where the grease came from.

A few nights ago, I spent a sleepless night having waking nightmares about being trapped on the boat by fire. What would be our escape route? How would we get the dogs out? etc. I told Paul about it the following day so we went out and bought all new fire extinguishers and scattered them liberally around the boat. We talked about the most likely areas where a fire would start (aft: engine room and/or galley) and what to do if, heaven forbid, it ever happened.

Next day, Paul was working in the pilot house pulling wires and accidentally pulled a wire across the bow thruster joystick and got the bow thruster all revved up. It went on for a couple of minutes before I realized that perhaps it wasn’t supposed to be on. (I thought he was testing something. He wasn’t.)

About 5 minutes later, he yells, “Can you smell smoke?” Yes I could. Oh shit!!!! Waking nightmare. And it wasn’t coming from where we had assumed, i.e. aft. It was coming from forward. There were clouds of smoke; no smoke without fire, right? F..K F..K F..K!

Turns out that there was, but no longer, a plastic hose resting on the motor housing for the bow thruster and said housing gets very very hot when the bow thruster is in use; hot enough to melt plastic hosing. Fortunately, this time there was smoke without fire. The boat just smelled of burned plastic but that I can live with. We went and got a few more smoke alarms too.

unnamed-2I have been to CrossFit Jensen Beach twice for a fix and both times it was shoulder work. Fried!!!! It was fun really.

And finally, it always seems to come down to the heads/toilets – the most used and least maintained piece of vital equipment on a boat. One of the toilets got blocked twice this week so Paul gave me the glorious task of investigating the problem (I was happy to do this). I did my job diligently and came to the conclusion that the blockage was at a two-way valve which was superfluous to requirements anyway but still part of the system. So we decided to take out that plumbing system plus the, I think, original system which had been left in when the ‘new’ system had been installed and replace it all with one hose to the tank. Simple right? Haha. No. It never is. Paul ended up having a shitty shower as he removed the existing hose from the holding tank. And little bits of calcified shit broke away as we removed the rest of the hosing in the system.

unnamed-6We knew when we bought the boat that the seacock in this particularly bit of plumbing was seized but with a little bit of gentle persuasion, Paul managed to get it to close. Good. Removed all the hoses and installed the new one. Just as we were tightening up the last few jubilee clips, Paul noticed a slight trickle of water coming into the boat from the shut-off seacock. As we watched it, the trickle increased to a steady stream and then a pulsing stream as the boat rocked up and down on the small waves that work their way into the marina. Oh good. Now what? The boat is going to sink? Somewhere on the boat there is a bag of wooden plugs just for this purpose – to shove into leaking seacocks but it is the bag that is always pushed around until you don’t know where it is. The plug that was next to the seacock was way too big. Eventually found it and banged in the correct sized plug. No leak. Phew. Crises over, until the next one.

Final final thought: have you ever noticed that the dogs always seem to be right where you need to be?  Love my dogs.

Thanks for reading. Safe boating with dogs.

Joanna

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Plan X

Where to start? (Rhetorical) I suppose I do know, the beginning. This might be a little long but I put off writing anything before because I didn’t want to jinx certain things.

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You go back. No, you back. Your butt is too big. Ha, yours is bigger.

The last 8 years had a specific plan for the two of us – pack up the house, become liveaboards and circumnavigate the Great Loop in our worked-on for 8 years Grand Banks 42. Then we got two dogs who grew larger than we had anticipated so now our 42 seemed a little cramped but still liveable. The 2017 summer was when we were going. And everything was in place until …..

Paul found another boat for sale. A little larger all round than our present one, and designed to go blue water cruising but probably still suitable for completing the Great Loop. I was surprised actually because he had always given me the impression that his next boat would be a sail boat even though the GB42 was going to be the last one. But the one he was getting excited about was still a trawler design with 2 great big engines. It was a Kadey Krogen 54.

I am trying not to waffle whilst setting the scene for the last few weeks. While still intending to leave come mid July, Paul had two visits to look at the ‘new’ boat and I had one and we decided, yes despite the fact that she needs so much work doing on her we would make a bid. And guess what, that bid was accepted.

Oh shxt. Now what do we do? We are closing on the ‘new’ boat around 1 August, still leaving on a trip somewhere, and trying to sell our GB42 before we have to make the payment on the KK54.

We did have someone from our home marina very interested in our GB42, test drove it etc but then decided he wasn’t yet ready to leave sailing to become a power boater. So our next dilemma, with which broker should we register her to let the broker sell her?

The final plan ended up being, we would take the GB42 to NC to a broker there, rent a U-Haul van/trailer, drive it down to FL to the new boat. Load it up with enough stuff to get us back to NC to the same marina where we left the GB42 and live there for a while.

But once again, our best laid plans were disrupted.

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Leaving Sandusky Harbor Marina for what we thought was the last time.

We set off from Sandusky heading east, the first night of our trip was going to be in Fairport OH. Just before we passed Cleveland OH, we got a phone call from a gentleman who said he was very interested in buying our boat. Hmmm. And could he come and look her over. Paul and I debated; the weather this week was not too conducive for comfortable cruising towards Buffalo and we had to pick our weather windows carefully, one of them being Sunday, the day this gentleman and his wife would visit.

Fortunately, we decided that we would take this last chance of selling her privately and altered course for Edgewater YC. Spent Saturday cleaning her from top to bottom and awaited our visitors with a little skepticism – how would this turn out?

To cut this part of the story short, they loved the boat, made their decision and said they wanted her. Gave us a deposit and discussed the next couple of weeks’ agenda for hauling her out to survey, who would do the survey, who to contact for transferring the title ……

So we have discarded plan A – do the Loop in the GB42; plan B – take the GB42 to a broker in NC and travel to FL from there; plan X – leave Cleveland, turn west, can’t go anywhere until we find out when the survey will be taking place, cruise a little in local waters until then, haul the boat out for survey, rent a car to drive to Pittsburgh, bring the truck back, with rent-a-trailer, empty the boat again, drive back to Pittsburgh to collect the rest of our stuff for the KK54, hope that we have actually closed on the boat by then, and then drive to FL and offload everything on to the new one.

Are you following this? Haha. Good job we are flexible.

That’s where we are at this moment in time – Plan X, a sort of limbo.

The above is rather the meat and potatoes of the story so far, now for the ‘sauce’ of the last few days that make it more interesting.

Anticipating that we would be on the GB42 for around 2 months we put together a huge amount of stuff to load on to the boat. Paul drove up on Wednesday with a truck full of stuff, food, clothes, dog food etc, all the tools we had taken off because we thought the first guy was going to buy her; now we needed everything back onboard for our trip to the east coast.

Thursday was L day from Pittsburgh (leaving day). With the truck full for a second day in a row with items we would need and probably some we could really do without, we drove back up to Sandusky OH.

But now we have a problem with what to do with the truck.

Somehow we needed to get our truck back home to Pittsburgh from Sandusky OH once we left for good (in hindsight, that’s a huge haha). Fortunately, even though I only gave 3 days to think about it, one of our members from T2 CrossFit very kindly said that he would ride with us to drive it home. Perfect.

The plan for Friday morning was to set course for Buffalo NY and stop overnight at different ports (first stop Fairport OH) just before sunrise. I took the dogs for a walk while Paul got the boat ready for the off. Halfway round our walk, I heard a ‘fshpoosh’ sound, then a yelp, then a very very smelly black dog trying to rub her face on my leg. Yes, Bella just got ‘skunked’. OMG the smell was overpoweringly bad. She wasn’t too happy either.

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No-one wanted to pet Bella.

Back at the boat I soap-sudded her with Dawn dish soap but that did no good. But we were leaving so that’s what we did, smell and all. Fortunately, I was able to draw on other people whose dogs have suffered the same fate and I had more or less the correct ingredients onboard. Three days later, she still stinks but not as badly.

As already mentioned, our change of course took us to Cleveland and Edgewater YC. Through choice we docked right at the far end of the dock so had a good 0.15mile walk to the shore for anything.

First time going ashore I didn’t bother to put on the dogs their zap collars because neither of them had ever jumped off a dock into the water. Oh my, I will never say never again because the dogs suddenly disappeared to the right down a finger dock. Then there was a yap, splash, quack followed by a huge ruckus. Two dogs, one duck pretending to injured swimming away as fast as their little legs would go. Fortunately both dogs came back as soon as I called. Hauled them both out and swore zap collars next time.

Sunday morning, I decided I would go ashore to use the facilities and I would take the dogs and just tie them outside to wait. Ignored my own advice and set off with the dogs with the thought that I would leash them before we got to the duck’s finger dock. More best laid plans went out the window. The dogs did not listen at all as I called them; they just made a bee-line to their launch pad. This time, Bella listened and came back but not Ebba. She glanced at me, stuck her nose in the air and continued chasing the duck (the same one as yesterday, I think). Again long story short, apart from making me realize how easy it would be to lose a dog and how unhappy I would feel if I did, she swam almost the whole length of the dock (remember 0.15 mile) and Paul hauled her out of the water by the boat. Bloody dog.

Lesson learned: dogs walked on the leash right from the boat.

We had a good time at Edgewater YC but it was very noisy on Saturday night so we decided to move. But where to? Again, we were in limbo because we didn’t know when the survey would take place. So we turned left (westward) back the way we had just come. (It reminded me of the first time I ever visited Pittsburgh and the Eagles song Hotel California – you can check out any time you like but you can never leave; that’s another story for another time).

The weather radar looked good – no storms in the forecast or at least not until after we would be tied up somewhere. And that’s another haha.

We departed the pier heads at 14:20hr with minimal wind and waves, partly cloudy skies and nothing threatening on the horizon. Set course for Sandusky Bay, turned on the auto pilot and sat back prepared to enjoy the ride.

And then of course, a blip appeared on the radar, the clouds darkened, black streak flowed out of the bottom of the darkened clouds and we knew the weather forecaster were not quite right; again.

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The beginning of the initial storm – tracking SE @ 15Kts

We watched the track of the storm and adjusted our course accordingly to skirt around the top of the storm and this seemed to be working until another cell began to develop at the north end of the now very big storm. But Catawba Island did its thing and split the storm so we managed to push through between them both without getting wet. It did get very windy on the backside of both storms and with the change of wind direction to the north, the air temperature dropped drastically and the waves grew very rapidly.

With our altered heading, Kelleys Island was now a closer destination than Sandusky Bay; it was about 19:00hr by now. So that is where we ended up – Seaway Marina. I made a very rooky error though as we were coming alongside the dock wall – I got my hand caught between the dock post and the boat. Thought I had crushed it to pieces as it happened. Fortunately though, the bit that got caught was the fleshy bit between the thumb and first finger. I have to say, it is rather tender to touch and is a little swollen but I have no restricted movement with any of the fingers.

Not sure what we will do for the next couple of days. I do know we have to be back in Sandusky Harbor Marina by Wednesday night for the survey/haul out on Thursday.

And then we will be faced with the next dilemma – we have no car in Sandusky.

Bearing in mind we have almost 2 months worth of dog food onboard as well as all the other stuff we repacked on the boat when we thought we were going to the Chesapeake, one truck load won’t cut it. Also we have to go home to Pittsburgh to collect all the stuff there that we deliberately left off the GB42 but will need on the KK54.

But it all has a knack of turning out OK.

A little plug for the Edgewater end of Cleveland. For the two days we were there (over the weekend), the park was kept amazingly clean and the beach has a doggy friendly section. It was awesome. You have to walk past the people’s beach but then you can let the dogs off-leash and they have a blast – open beach and the lake.

Monday, moved on to a ball at Put-In-Bay. Going to watch some of Junior Bay Sailing Regatta and reminisce. Maybe a night at anchor on Tuesday and then back to Sandusky Harbor Marina. Who knows? We’ll see which way the wind is blowing.

Thank you for reading. It is rather long.

Joanna

Written Wednesday 7 September 2016

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At anchor off Kelleys Island’s State Park campground

Today was the first day of the second part of our ‘holiday’ for this year. We had to take a break from cruising because we had a wedding to attend. And it was a beautiful wedding too. Congratulations to Anna and Brad.

But I digress. Really, yesterday was the first day – very simple, all we had to do was pack the truck with everything except the kitchen sink this time, and head north. That kinda changed though as I had a brilliant idea on my return from my super early workout at T²CrossFit, and as I parked my car in the garage next to AbFab and accumulated junk, “Why don’t we take the RIB with us given that the weather forecast was deteriorating for extended cruising?” “Brilliant”, says Paul and then all hell breaks loose.

You see, it’s just not that simple. It should be but it isn’t – hooking up the trailer and pulling it and the boat out of the garage wasn’t going to happen. Recall I mentioned accumulated junk? Hmmm. There is a lot of it and it is all around and in front of the trailer, along with other stuff that isn’t junk but still needed to be moved.

I still had my packing plan for food etc and had to get that done before I could give a hand with AbFab so Paul had to manage on his own. The dogs tried but even they eventually gave up and came in. Their tender, young ears couldn’t take any more of it.

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Queen of her castle (rock) Puppy Ebba

The boat has been in the garage for a while without being used so needless to say, when Paul tried to lift the engine off the ground in order to move the boat out of the garage, the engine didn’t move. No power in the battery. Plug the battery into the charger; one hour later, no power. This brilliant idea was not necessarily as shiny an idea as it was initially. Fortunately the local Auto Zone had a replacement that fitted perfectly and had charge in it. Zip, up comes the engine, out goes the boat on the trailer…. and then the roofer calls to see if he can come around to look at the roof. The dogs, in the meantime, collapse in an exasperated heap in the house.

There is plenty more but I will spare you the details – they don’t add much more to the picture that I hope I have already painted. Except, the reason I didn’t pack the kitchen sink this time was because my plan was to go shopping when we got to Sandusky; Paul would entertain the dogs while I shopped.

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Zoom, zoom around Sandusky Bay

Upon arrival in Sandusky, our first call was the launch ramp. After reversing the trailer into the water with Paul on board, my next job was to unhook the boat and push it on its way with Paul at the helm. This was going fine when I heard a little doggy squeak right next to my ear. Looked up and there was Ebba on the back cover of the truck. She had climbed out the cab’s little rear window. It was a bit of a squeeze for her but in her frantic excitement of not being left behind, she completely ignored the seat headrest digging into her chest and belly as she wormed her way out. The only way down was for her to squeeze back through; there was no way I was going to lift her down. Both dogs finally were safely aboard with Paul and they set off to meet me at the dock. Oh they were soooooo happy. All three of them.

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Fun times running, playing chase

This was really when I had planned on going to the grocery store but fortunately I didn’t because we had a great afternoon. I left everything in the truck. Paul yelled to grab bathing suits for him and me and climb aboard. My bathing suit (aka sports bra and shorts) was in the truck! So was Paul’s but who cared. The dogs wanted to go swimming and Paul wanted to blast around the Bay. So we did, all of it.

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Not so much room on AbFab as on San Graal

The dogs swam and swam then ran and ran and chased and chased the birds.

We were all so tired when we eventually got back to the dock to say Hi to San Graal. Which we did by giving her a bath. I would hate to see her if we left her for 3 weeks instead of 2. The spiders, webs, dead flies and insect poop were all just disgusting.

That done, the truck unloaded, the onboard fridges packed with the food that I did bring, there was now no way I was going to the grocery store. I’d go tomorrow.

Ha! That didn’t happen either.

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Being responsible : Paul carrying full poop bag back to the boat.

After a walk/run, breakfast and lazy half a morning, the plan was to pack a picnic lunch with tea in our hot mugs, zoom to the north side of Kelleys Island and anchor off the beach and swim, walk, whatever. Which we did. On the way across, at first Ebba and Bella were really excited, barking at and trying to swat the waves. Eventually though, Bella decided that bouncing off one wave to the next was not such a good idea and lay down. Ebba kept swatting though even she succumbed eventually and lay down. I think Ebba, at least, also felt a little queasy but fortunately she wasn’t sick. The beach and swim made up for it.

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Making sure the anchor is set, “Yes, my foot is on it.”

We had our picnic, then rather than heading straight back to the marina, we decided to visit Put-In-Bay. The thought processes behind this were very practical actually. Between Kelleys Island and South Bass Island, the waves would be less because we were in the lee of South Bass Island. And after leaving Put-In-Bay, there is a little dog-leg to the south west around the south west end of the island and then ‘surf the waves all the way home’.

By this time, the temperature on shore ‘felt like 101F’. Why would we go back to the marina and swelter there? So we didn’t. We anchored off the east side of Sandy Point, where we had been yesterday, and let the dogs go again. Today, there was no-one else on the beach so we just let the dogs run and swim, just whatever they wanted to do. Now, needless to say, they are tired.

Not sure what tomorrow will bring. Supposed to be as hot and windier. Guess we’ll just have to go boating with our dogs!

(Written Friday, 5 August 2016)

IMG_1277Our departure from Presque Isle wasn’t quite so early as the previous few departures had been. We only had around 20 miles to go up the coast to Rogers City. Again we had beautiful conditions; this time though the wind was slightly on the quarter so we had some breeze flowing over the boat to help keep the flies away. Saw this fine vessel on the way.

Pulled into Rogers City and tied up just behind the gas dock. This dock is usually OK; we’ve been there before. But this time we decided to move over to the wall at the other end of the marina – as far away from the park as possible. The city was just setting up for its annual Nautical Festival. The traveling fair rides come into town with the ‘win a goldfish by frightening it to death when your ping pong ball lands in its bowl’, and the ‘pop a balloon and win a little plastic toy or play again to win something bigger’ side shows setting up alongside them. But the main reason we moved was that in the park pavilion each evening there is a band playing live until way past our bedtime. Last night it was Polka. A couple of Polka tunes are quite catchy but 4 hours is just a little too much. Polka, Polka, Polka.

Went grocery shopping to restock the boat’s fridges. The grocery store is 1 mile away, and it was 90F. And it is uphill. In the past, Paul and I have managed, rather precariously, to carry the goods back on our bikes. This year, however, that wasn’t going to happen; two dogs don’t allow for bike riding and grocery shopping carrying. So I called the Family Fare Supermarket before going, to see if there was a delivery service. The lady to whom I spoke was very gracious as she told me that they no longer had an official service. My heart sank. “But,” she continued, “I am sure I can find one of our staff to help you out and take you back to the marina.” My heart soared. And that is just what happened. It was brilliant.

IMG_1292Last night’s walk with the dogs found us on a beach to the south of the city. Even though we have been to Rogers City a few time before, I hadn’t known of its existence. However, it is brilliant for the dogs – long for running, clean (no food papers etc) so no ‘leave it’, not crowded and the lake for swimming  (wasn’t prepared for a swim then). But I was ready for it this morning – went dressed to swim with the dogs.

Paul has a little routine with Ebba that after breakfast he takes her out (in this case off the boat) and throws something for her to fetch and other obedience training. This morning, however, he was trying to finish a couple of emails before taking her but Ebba didn’t understand. She licked him, ‘talked’ to him, put her front paws up on the seat next to him, laid her head in his lap but all to no avail. All she got was the brush off. And tension was building; so I took the dogs for a walk.

Later was time for engine maintenance – change the rest of the fuel filters. Changed them and had just started to prime them when “*x*x*x *x*x*” issued forth from the engine room. The dogs and I just stared at each other. Time for another walk?

The fuel that Paul was using to prime the filters was, he thought, diesel but it didn’t smell like our normal diesel so he concluded it was gas but too late. I sniffed too and came to the same conclusion. Anyway, after a lot of umming and ahhing, and sniff-testing the outboard engine’s fuel (which is gas) we reversed his first conclusion and decided that it was diesel, just not the red stuff they sell at marinas. So that was crisis one for today. Went to look around the local stalls – bought fudge (not paleo) and a couple of books from the library’s book sale.

IMG_1305Crisis two occurred this afternoon. During last winter, Paul reconfigured the Garmin GPS network (you don’t need to understand what that is except that it provides all our wind direction/speed, boat direction/speed, course, temperature etc data) which resulted in one cable being made redundant. Today he decided to remove it. Whilst he was doing the deed, there was an occasional beep from the instruments about which I wondered. Turns out that the beeps were important; the system wouldn’t work after he’d finished. Not at all. Oh bugger. (My comment, not his.) Eventually he called Garmin, in whom he has little faith, and the rep suggested to him that there was no power getting to the system. Ever the skeptic, Paul couldn’t believe it would be that simple. Long story short and much more crawling around in the bridge locker to get to behind the system, i.e. the wires, turns out that somehow he blew a fuse. Changed the fuse and it all worked. Oh. My. Gosh. You have no idea how relieved I was when the first screen popped back to life.

IMG_1310Time for a walk. And a swim. By now the wind is blowing 17mph and gusting over 20mph. The waves have built to at least 3ft and occasionally more. But these minor details didn’t stop the dogs from having a grand old time. And Paul and I had fun too. Now we have a tired puppy.

Not sure what is happening tomorrow. We had hoped that the weather would have calmed down enough for us to make the move up to Cheboygan but it is now 8:45pm and the waves are still crashing against the harbor wall.

Be safe and have a fantastic weekend.

Joanna

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I have been trying for the last few weeks to actually find this account and my page. Thanks to Google search I was able to find the necessary links to get back to it. Scrolling down through my previous posts brought back many good memories and also made me think my mind works in weird ways. But it’s all good.

The reason I decided I wanted to get back into my blog was that we have started boating with dogs. For all of you who have done this/are doing this, I am absolutely sure you will be able to relate and think, “Ha, been there done that!” These posts probably won’t be on a regular, say weekly, basis, but as and when I have something to share, believe me, I will.

This first blog in this series is from last week. Over the next few blogs, I will probably reminisce to previous occasions.

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Captain and his dog with Cedar Point in the background

We spent a few days up on Lake Erie last week and cruised over to Kelley’s Island for Wednesday night. Before we got there and whilst there, this happened.

Bella, the black one and younger one, won’t go to the toilet on the boat (we are working on that) so when she needs to go one of us has to take her all the way ashore (almost 300m) just for her to go pee. Ebba will go potty on the dock; she’s not comfortable going on the boat but will if really necessary. So in the middle of the night, fortunately it wasn’t raining, Bella decided she needed to go so both dogs and I traipse (sp?) in my skinny PJ’s to the shore. Both do the necessary and we are half way back to the boat (it’s a very dark night) and Ebba decides to start play fighting with Bella. Bella backs up, straight over the edge of the dock. Dark night dark water dark dog. Not a good combination. The dock is 2′ above the water and I wasn’t going swimming. Though by the time I eventually got Bella out I might as well have done because I was soaked. 💦💦😤 Needless to say I was not happy with Ebba.

There’s more. Thought that with the midnight swim they might sleep just a little later. Haha no such luck so this put me in a really foul mood. 😡 We were about to leave for Kelleys Island so went ashore with the dogs one last time. Climbing back onboard Ebba gets up the gang plank and onboard. Bella’s on her way up so I climbed onboard and went into the cabin. 2 min later Paul asks where’s Bella? I don’t know, on the boat somewhere. No she isn’t. Oh oh panic. We find her wedged under the dock in the metal structure that holds it all in place. All we can surmise is that she didn’t quite make it on to the deck, over balanced and fell in. Again. But now our problem was that we had to pull her back out of her refuge, into the water and back on to more terra firma. Have you any idea how strong and inflexible a scared dog can be? It took the two of us a good 5 min to pry her out. All the while we are trying not to hold her around her belly where her operation scar was trying to heal. 😱 And we are working upside down with our heads almost in the water. I was wet again. (Functional fitness.)

Eventually made it to Kelleys and tied up and had a good afternoon. Thursday morning I took them for a walk and got coffee (they have something right on the island) and on the way back both dogs took off into the water swimming after a big flock of geese. When the dogs were about 150m offshore I decided that they might need reminding to come back. Bella came but not Ebba. She had the bit between her teeth and was going to catch a goose if it killed her. The dog whistle didn’t seem to have any effect ( normally it is instantaneous ) – selective hearing. And she decided to be impervious to the shock collar for once. I had almost given up when I saw her turn and start making her way back (400m offshore). But then she disappeared again. Aaaggghhh!  😤 3-4 min later the little shit came running out of the bushes on the shore looking like the cat who got the cream even though she didn’t catch a goose. 😳 They both slept all afternoon and night. 😴💤 Sorry this is so long but had to set the scene. 😊

And then there was the snake. Bella had just taken herself off the boat onto the dock and was just smoozing, sniffing etc when she went on point. Stood stock-still. I realised she was pointing at a snake. Very cautiously, one tiny step at a time – took probably 5 min- she inched her way towards the snake. It raised its head very slowly and looked at her. Just as she was about to stick her nose in its coils, it slithered off the dock into the water. Bella leapt high and backwards fortunately not too far though, maintaining her foothold on the dock. After this encounter though, every coiled rope was a potential snake so getting ashore for a pee took for e-v-e-r  🐉😕  It was just a black water snake. I’m told they are not poisonous but will bite if cornered.

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Bella not feeling the joy of boating; was a little rough out on the lake

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Duck watching at sunset

Have a great and safe 4th July.

Joanna