Davenport has been a salty dog for as long as we have owned him, which is most of his life, minus about 8 weeks! As soon as we bought our cottage in Maine, Dav took to the waters around Mount Desert Island by kayak, by ferry, and even using the age old "doggy paddle" the time we forgot about the tides and got hemmed in on Bar Island, having to swim for it to get back to shore. Dav has fought biting insects, snapping turtles, wind, surf and more in his quest to have fun.
Now, he becomes Davvy Roger aboard Overdraft II. He has already taken a couple of short voyages, always willing to go where food is being served. We spent last summer bringing picnic dinners on board the Overdraft for quick sails out to watch sunset on Oneida Lake. Once he gets his sea legs, Dav can chow down on a chicken salad sandwich with any Old Salt you want to put up against him. Speaking of being up against an old salt, he's looking forward to sleeping on board with Tony, who apparently takes up less room in the bunk than Don does.
Dav does tend to have a tender tummy, so we are prepared to hold him over the edge while we tell him, Heave away me jolly!
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Avast Ye Swabby!
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