Old Navy and a Sailor’s Submarine

In this post Old Navy refers to my husband (retired, not the retail store) and the Sailor is his potcake pup. Both are visiting the states this week and for Sailor this has been a week of firsts, her first time flying, her first time eating a burger from McDonald's, her first time seeing a submarine (the sail of the George Bancroft at least), her first time seeing a squirrel (she stood on the back of the loveseat and then tried scratching the window to get at the squirrel). It’s also been the first time Sailor’s been up close and personal with chickens and to her credit she didn’t chase them. She walked after them, not stalked, and never got close enough to sniff them. She was indifferent to our rabbit and he was indifferent to her. It’s been Sailor’s first time in a house with more than two rooms and she’s tried to push open or scratch open every door. She has eaten one red fuzzy slipper and plain old dry dog food. She has chased and terrorized my two cats, climbed on all of the furniture, and even stood on the recliner so she could see herself in the living room mirror. I wonder if she’ll tell her buddy Eddie about all the fun she’s had or just that she had a ‘ruff’ time on the flight to and from the states when she gets back home on the island.