We've had several attempts to get Jake to do "his business" on the boat. No, real dogs do it on land and he refuses point blank, so my job when cruising is to take him ashore mornings and nights. I won't recount here our attempts to get him to see the error of his ways, but I've secretly been very happy to have the excuse to step into the dinghy in the evening and early morning.
Apart from sailing itself, one of the real pleasures is waking early and watching the slow transformation from night to day. Hearing the birds wake up, watching the silver reflections on the water. Anyway, Jake woke me extra early this morning (ahem... 4.30 am). On returning to the boat, I got a chair out and just sat on the stern of the boat until sunrise. An genuine pleasure.
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