"Arnie" was locally known as the dog of all dogs... He went to the Bahamas with us and was perfect crew. I'll never forget mornings where anchored close to an island, he'd jump in the dinghy, I'd let it out on a long line, until it drifted to shore.

I'd have coffee onboard, Arnie would take himself for a walk. After a while, I'd notice he was sitting in the dinghy, staring at me, which meant, "reel me in".

Life was easy then. He died about 10 years ago at 15 years of age, we still miss him.