So last Saturday I was sitting on the back porch reading when my wife yelled at me to “come look at this.” She was walking quickly toward the river with a destination clearly in mind. I got up and looked to see where she was headed and saw two neighbor couples kneeling around a dog that was lying on the ground. Figuring that the dog was injured or something I followed her the 100 yards or so to where the neighbors were kneeling. When I got there I saw a black dog that looked like a Lab but with light tan and white on its lower legs. The dog looked exhausted and was not moving. Someone had put a water dish next to it and the dog was trying to drink while lying on the ground. His tongue was hanging out and only after he rolled up onto his chest could he drink. Well, you know where this story is headed. After a few glasses of adult beverages (for us) and some food and water for the dog, he was up and moving around, albeit slowly. He was in rough shape. His paws were rough and red and swollen and he was having difficulty walking. Anyway, to make a long story short, the dog chose us to take him home. We continued to feed and water him (borrowing dog food from one of the neighbors) and all he did was sleep for the next 36 hours or so. We debated over a name (bowser, champ, scruffy, blackie, etc.) and couldn’t decide. My wife put ads on Craigslist, 4 different places on Facebook, in our local newspaper and called the Animal Control and Humane Society to see if anyone had reported him lost. So now it was Monday and we were watching the Seattle Mariners (yup, Seattle’s bottom of the heap baseball team) and lo and behold, so was the dog. His attention was glued to the TV. We joked about him being a Mariners’ fan and so I suggested the name Sailor. It stuck. Tuesday we went to Petco and dropped $240 on a bark collar, dog tag, 2 leashes, 2 dog toys and a lifejacket. Ouch. This dog was starting to get expensive. And that didn’t count the bag of dog food she bought for him at Target. Or the new dog dishes. As it turns out he’s a great dog. He’s starting to learn his name, comes when he’s called and his biggest failure is that he likes to be outside and wants someone to play with him all the time. That ain’t likely to happen. So what does this monster look like, well here’s a photo of him relaxing on our couch while he’s watching….guess what….the Mariners. Say hello to Sailor, the dog who’s about to become a boat dog.