Interesting little scenario last night.
Our neighbour two boats down had visitors. A motley crew of some five smoking twenty somethings who were loud, opinionated and totally unaware of what their dog was up to.
A pretty little chocolate spaniel bitch, she had a sniffer on her every bit as good as Maggie’s and was sectioning the decks and pontoons of anything within her sense radar.
Yep, you’ve guessed it.
There was a splash followed by some excited hurried footsteps and further raised voices as she was retrieved and, wait for it, put up on the roof to shake herself and dry off!
Sloshy paw marks made a trail up and down the neighbouring boat as their conversation continued.
After a delicate thump, I heard pad pad pad alongside us, and hoped to hell Maggie didn’t react as I wouldn’t have been able to control her quick enough being on my own at the time. Bless her, she continued to snooze under the little coffee table which she’s adopted to keep out of the blazing sun.
I heard more commands for the dog to come, and deciding not to take any chances, got up and hobbled to the helm to close the door.
Over the next hour or so, I heard repeated shouts for the dog to come. Obviously they didn’t have a lead for her, and ‘Come’ meant anything but.
I also heard a mini shriek as someone was approached by a wet and affectionate dog who wanted a cuddle. Go away obviously means ‘Come and get me’ in doggy language.
Being told to ‘stay’ meant anything goes, life’s a game, and let’s all play, NOW.
I heard the spaniel come aboard and have a good sniff on the back deck. It wouldn’t normally bother me as we know the local dogs here, but she was an unknown entity.
I held my breath that Maggie wouldn’t bother as she is very protective of our home and her territory. She raised her head, cocked an ear and deciding it wasn’t worth the effort, didn’t.
They left shortly after ten, a still soggy doggy leading the way and them leaving a trail of cigarette smoke behind them as their laughter resonated across the basin.
Ah, Peace and Quiet. Time for bed.
The WORST harbor (noise-wise) we have ever anchored in was Port Antonio, Jamaica… music clashed across the anchorage from 3 ‘establishments’, which were each trying to out-blast the others… that ended about midnight, THEN dogs started barking AND they barked until about 6 a.m. when the roosters took over… We’d planned to stay 3 months, left after 10 days and only stayed that long because we were waiting for parts….
We had that on a camp site once and left the following morning even though we were paid up for another 4 days.
Totally understand! IF we hadn’t been waiting for more than a grand worth of parts, we’d have left, the next morning, too.