We were on a mooring.
Land was a ways off.
There was no dock in site.
One was either on board,
Where was Nelson???????
Not in the salon.
Not in the head.
Not in the forward stateroom.
Not in the guest cabin.
Not in the "garage" a la "Outta".
Where could he be??????????????
I was getting seriously freaked!
Sam decided there was one last place to check--the lazy boy recliner-built-in. He pulled the lever.
The couch opened into a chaise-lounge.
A blonde head popped up.
There he was, safe and sound. Unharmed and unafraid.
Our baby was back.
Joys peculiar to the boating life style!
Have you ever found your pet in a strange hiding place?