Hauling our boat to the Lake just about every weekend was the best days of our lives! The routine was down pat in 15 min., cooler packed floats and tubes and here we go. My dog Lemme a yellow lab jumped for joy as we headed toward her with her favorite leash. Her big fat slapping tail hitting me in the face as we rode down the road pulling into the ramp to unload. My job was to get Lemme in the boat tie her leash onto something solid and pull the truck up to park.
Walking on the dock to step in the boat, Lemme was beside herself with joy and jumping as I called her to come sit by me. She jumped over Randy got her lease on the steering helm and yanked the lever in reverse! With a guick jerk toward some boaters behind us, we all apologized and laughed and headed out on the lake. We found a spot and anchored and with my worm on my hook, I slung that slimy thing with determination. Lemme stopped like a statue eye-balling that slimy worm until it hit the water, with one huge leap she went over Randys shoulder knocking him backwards off the boat into the water. Well it skeered me to death so I yanked my fishing pole around and threw it down to grab for Randy.
Pulling him onto the side of the boat I noticed he was bleeding near the bottom of his butt cheeks and Day Law, I seen it! The slimy worm hook stuck there, he said to get them plyers and get that out of his butt, so I did. Lemme knew something was wrong and was digging at Randys swim pants while they both were still in the water. Randy yelling, Lemme yelping and me bent over that boat was just about enough to get me mad! But then it happened Lemme's big fat paw caught Randy's billfold that he had not taken out of his swim pocket yet, and it just begins to sink lower and lower, so I dove off the side trying to retrieve it. But it was long gone in the deep darkness.
About an hour later with strenous efforts trying to climb in that boat, get the dog, put Alcohol on Randy's butt while listening to him complain about his money, driver's license, credit cards, we had enough of fishing with the dog! We got back to the dock, loaded the boat, held Lemme tight on the leash inside the truck and drove home with no fish to brag about! But we couldn't stop laughing at the mess of it all and decided we go fishing from now on without Lemme.
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Teresa Barton
Been there, done that. I'm a very hard learner but after many years experience, I still am learning.
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