Sometimes we should just stick to what we know. It usually starts with the backpack. For a little dog that means someone is going fishing. Well not me of course. But a backpack means a ham roll, a thermos of tea and probably some Jam Fancies if he's in luck. He was very excited. They took off early on a perfect morning. I don't partake in these expeditions. The whole fishing thing is not for me. I just know I'd end up with a fish hook being lodged somewhere creative. I'm ok on boats but prefer something bigger, with an Acapulco Lounge and a ten piece band to see you off. About 8am I sent a text to the crew, 'How's the fishing?' Usually a report comes back from First Mate Bennie (pictured) about how many fish were biting and how they'd like to stay out a little longer. Instead, on this day the report was a little different. It read 'bit bumpy, caught a few then First Mate Bennie somehow got a hook in his nose. Just at the vets now, he's all ok, but his fishing days are over. Home soon'. The First Mate had a first prize nose piercing. The vet said it was pretty common but mostly it's in the lip. The hook was cut following a minor anaesthetic and he was soon as right as rain. But unfortunately from now on he will no longer be the little Gilligan on this SS Mishap. I haven't told him yet. He didn't even get to stay out long enough for his ham roll.
