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My first full day on the boat, I walked forward to the galley for a glass of ice water. Marty, our cook, knew my wife and I had dogs and asked if anybody we knew could take in a dachshund mix puppy. I went back to the engineer's booth and called my wife to ask, and of course she immediately said "We can!" So, when my 28 days were up, Marty's sister met us at the office with Dora, and she rode home with me in a crate. Poor dog got carsick on a short ride, and this was six and a half hours. That was one worn out dog by the time we got home... o_O
The story on Dora was a bit involved. A woman that Marty knew through church had a call from her sister, who had asked her to get the dogs away from her husband, who was going to drown both of them. (They would have ended up on the bottom of the Mississippi around Jackson, Missouri.) This lady is a hero as far as I'm concerned, as she was poor as dirt, living in a tiny rental house with two grown sons and two big dogs, but she stepped right up and did what needed to be done. They found a home for Dora's brother quickly, but weren't having any luck finding a home for her, and were very reluctant to take her to the shelter. I'm glad we were in a position where we could take her in. She's a great pal to both of us, even if she is a bit Machiavellian at times!
The photos are of the boat, the Joy Anne Keller, Marty with the Thanksgiving feast, and Dora. She's also my avatar.
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