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Narrowly Averting A Disaster


A day for a family outing on the boat.  It's the July 4th weekend and just off the Pier the fireworks will start being lit at dusk.   Looks like we have the parents, a boy and girl, and, oh yes, the family pet. 



Looks like a young chocolate lab, possibly first cruise? 


Just off the sea wall where we are nestled
 in our beach chairs, Subway sandwiches and ice cold Root Beer, we see the boat heading in front of us to join all the other craft to see the show.  The dog is at the front of the boat and then, yes, he jumps off full bore into the water.  The boat is going too fast to stop,  and gets run over.  Of course we are all expecting the poor beast to end up as so much puppy chum.  We wait to hear the grinding of the props.  I look over and peek ever so slightly through my fingers over my face. 


But, pooch survived the spill and the two outboard motors.  Well, looks like said dog went into a groove in the boat which is in the center.  Look at that top pic again.  See the indentation in the hull in the middle?  The outboards are on either side of that indentation, thus, the pooch survived the lethal blades.  Once aboard watch Dad slap bad doggie.  But see, him also race to the front again.  Good luck Sea Dog.

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