As I mentioned the other day, one of my favorite things to do in the Summer is head out on the water. When I was growing up our boat was like our cottage in the Summer. We’re lucky enough to have a dock down at the end of our yard, so it was just a matter of grabbing some swimsuits and towels and running down to the boat. Mom would pack up food to head out on the water, whether it was freshly baked muffins or sandwiches and homemade cookies. Occasionally we’d go for an evening run and order a pizza from the pizza shop I used to work at near the river. We’d call in our order and it would be waiting for us by the time we reached them on our way out to the lake. I can’t think of better takeout than that. I have many happy memories of laying in the back with my siblings, reading my beloved Archie comics in the sunshine.
You know those trick dogs that you see go waterskiing or surfing? Well, Whiskey will never be one of them. He’s happier in the boat, bundled up in his little lifejacket.
