Updated: Dec 13, 2019
I was getting use to the sights, sounds and smells of the marina. It was somewhat quiet here, because we were pretty much at the end of the dock. At the beginning, by the gates, every night you could here music coming from the restaurant onsite. They played usually oldies, sailor songs. And that music was pretty loud. Mom liked it, but Dad didn't care for it very much. He seemed to prefer 80's rock, and Mom didn't. It always sounded like the same band playing when we took our nightly walk.
I liked our walks because I got to meet new people and dogs. I think I was the only puppy here at the time. I liked an older black poodle a few boats down. Her name was Gyra(I think that's how you spell it). She walked slower, but she really liked me. Terri, who I call Aunt Terri, said Gyra loved to see me, too, and she said I put a little pep in her step. Unfortunately, a couple of weeks later, Mom said she had to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I didn't know what that was. She told me that she was sick and that place would make her feel better. It was like heaven for dogs. She'd have lots of company, like her brothers and sisters, and Mom's dogs before me, which she loved very much. All dogs go to heaven.
Buddy was another friend I made. He was a Miniature Pinscher. His parents also had a sailboat, like us, but they were on another dock. Buddy use to get all excited when he saw Mom and I walking. Mom made the mistake of giving him one of my treats, so she was his best friend. Mom always had some in her right front pocket, the one with the button. She never gave him another one, but he still liked her. And his parents use to pet me, so I didn't mind. We just sniffed each other.
A day came on the last Monday in May. It was a day when the humans put flags on their houses, businesses and of course, their boats. Dad put our special American flag up that he got in Hawai'i. It flew on the USS Arizona in Pearl Harbor, I think May 29th of 2017, which is the year Dad got it, to celebrate the 73rd anniversary of the end of WWII. That is where the battleship sits as a tourist attraction for history enthusiasts, which sounds like my Dad. If a question pops up on Jeopardy about one of the wars, even overseas, he probably knows the answer.
He put our special flag up for Memorial Day, my first holiday. Humans celebrate this federal holiday in the United States for remembering and honoring all of the military personnel who died while protecting in the United States. Dad's father was Navy and Mom's was Army-Air Force. It is really quite a somber day, and has been celebrated since 1868. Mom made me a little red, white and blue bandana so I was patriotic, too. Most people just think it is a day for barbecuing, which sounds yummy, but it's so much more.