Long, long ago, on a lake far, far away...I was on my friend's 32 foot sailboat with a Jack Russell terrier, named "Mate," who always remained on watch at the bowsprit. Under full sail, he would occaisonally be blown off, and we got quite good and scooping him up to keep from having to turn around. (That is a pain in a boat with 3 sails.)
One night, while moored in a cove and getting in a good mood, we were enjoying Pink Floyd's "Animals" and the cut "Dogs" came on. Mate left the bowsprit at a full sprint and jumped through the forward port hole and hit his head on the galley's main beam and nearly knocked himself out. He was quite stunned. He was fine in no time, (in fact he snuck into our rations and ate an entire package of sausage while we rested.)
Best dog I ever had. I miss him.
Charlie
One night, while moored in a cove and getting in a good mood, we were enjoying Pink Floyd's "Animals" and the cut "Dogs" came on. Mate left the bowsprit at a full sprint and jumped through the forward port hole and hit his head on the galley's main beam and nearly knocked himself out. He was quite stunned. He was fine in no time, (in fact he snuck into our rations and ate an entire package of sausage while we rested.)
Best dog I ever had. I miss him.
Charlie