Children-

From my early sea-faring days in the 1960's, sailing around the Bahamas, I learned where the ship's dog shit or shat as it were. Our resident dog Hank would, if a nearby tropical island were not available, seek out any coil of rope and there make his essential deposit. It raised "sheeting home the main" to a new level of stress and anxiety.

Thanks for reminding me of this true story.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble