When sailing from Houston, Texas, to Aruba
we had an unwanted guest on board, a big
friendly dog, the captain called shore and
It turned out, it belonged to the coast guard.
And since we had a small terrier bitch, this
was a love story gone eschew. The dog,
it really was huge, maybe a St Bernard breed
settled in my cabin, this I think because it
assumed, since I was the cook, thus must
be the pack leader. Days later when the ship
docked in Aruba, a man from the consulate
came and took the dog ashore.
We were sorry to see this gentle giant leave us
…. Yes, we called him America.