Last month my old dog learned a new trick. I could set him down without his leash and call out, "stay",- and he would! This turned out to be a prelude to his heart failure and I buried him in a friend's back yard yesterday.
Zorro was better known than myself aboard Aythya. He had once been rescued by another boat after swimming for two hours having slipped from our deck
. He was applauded by all those at the Tiki Bar drinking under the Cinzano umbrellas when he jumped from the bow of my dinghy
and wrapped the painter around a cleat. Twice I heard crew on neighboring anchored boats, unknown to me, call to Zorro by name.
He was a great lookout.
When you are next called to "splice the main brace", raise a glass to a good old sea dog.