Sometimes you have a day where things go from bad to worse. Luckily, my boat dog Honey always rises to the occasion.
Stories from our cruising adventures.
What happened to Meander and her crew in 2018?
Honey looked wistful as we motored past the beach. No digging in the sand today. We were having an adventure. And during an adventure, it’s tough being a dog.
Last month Honey and I got to meet a special friend. Can you guess who from the title?
Living on a boat allows Honey to meet some unusual species. Can you guess which one she barks at?
It’s official. Honey is middle-aged. Although she didn’t ask for anything for her birthday this past Thursday, there are a few things I wish I could give her.
Why haven’t I posted exciting pictures of our travels? Or talked about new places? Because we haven’t moved in a long time. Honey loves it. It feels like home.
New acquaintances ask us the same question: doesn’t your dog jump off the boat? We tell them that Honey isn’t a crazy water dog dying for a swim. But one thing will tempt her to jump. Can you guess what?
I don’t know if I feel worse for what I put her through or better for how proud I am of how she handled it. But I do know that I’ve never loved my dog more. Here’s why. (Sorry folks, no pictures. Once you read on, you’ll understand why.)
It’s freaking cold. Most of the other boating snow birds are already in Florida, the Bahamas, or arriving there shortly. We’re still asking ourselves: where will Honey land?