The howls from the old boat next our slip had increased dramatically by the second day. “Do you think we should go over and investigate?”  Jeffery asked.

“I dunno. Nobody’s been on that boat for months–ever since we complained about the constant parties. How’d they end up with a dog onboard I wonder.”

“Well, we either need to let it out or check to see if somebody has died. I can’t stand listening to it bark and howl.”

With that, my husband walked across the dock and climbed aboard the listing old workboat, rescuing a frightened old dog and changing our lives.

Read more of this essay on the  Flota-Navium post

Calypso needs to be in the middle of everything.