Trouble!

 

Hi Y’all,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other day I mentioned that the boat hasn’t been here ‘cause it was having a problem.  The mechanic thought it was just the injectors and we needed to run it with lots of injector fluid. 

It didn’t get in the water last year ‘cause the drought had the water too low for safe boating.  Lots of folks went out anyway.   Flat bottom fishing boats don’t draw much, so they’re safe if there’s no warnings flying. 

So we went out but stayed close to home.  Papa didn’t want to get out in the open water in the channel, cause he didn’t feel safe.

Then, when he tried to increase our speed a wee might, the engine shut down.  The current started carrying us toward a neighbors’ property.                               

Finally we drifted close enough that my Human could pole us close enough to catch a tree branch, after checking it for snakes.  It was about now all my problems started. 

My Human was wearing jeans and rubber soled sandals.  In her pockets she had the truck keys and key fob and her cell phone.  She and I get on the bow and look down at the water.  We see bottom. 

She’s got a rope in her hands and tells me to get back in the boat and “sit”.  I hop back, but the life jacket tickles and tightens on my belly when I sit.  So I stand up again. 

Suddenly she jumps off the bow.  Forgot she was an old woman I guess, cause she lost her balance and I dove to her rescue!

She’s hollerin’ something to me about “sit”, but she was in the water.  I didn’t realize she’d caught herself with her hand before she drowned her keys and phone.  Now she’s wading knee deep  and I’m paddling around…finally I get to swim…she tugs the bow up and ties the boat so it can’t swing sideways and beach. 

Now Papa gets the boat started and he wants me and Momma back on the boat.  Remember I weigh 100 lbs. and Momma doesn’t weigh too much more.  She puts the ladder down on the bow. 

Now I try swimming to where it’s deeper and Papa starts hollering to get me out of the water so the prop doesn’t pull me under.  

Momma tries to lift me up after she puts my front paws on the ladder.  I’ve never learned how to climb and she can’t really help me ‘cause of my size.  So, she and Papa decide she’ll walk me home through the neighbors’ and Papa will go straight back to the pier.  She pushes the boat out and grabs my tab lead. 

We got back to the pier about the same time as the boat.  Momma was wet and I was wet. 

Momma won’t let me back on the boat when it pulls out…or maybe it hasn’t pulled out…I heard Papa saying something about the mechanic coming this week to replace one of the fuel pumps.

 

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