Remembering a Dog

Remembering a dog When I was young and for us not rich there was navy academia you could learn engineering, navigation and catering, with my eyesight I settled for catering After going through the grades, I got a certificate that I was a chief steward. a job which consisted of telling the cook what to make, buying the food needed and to do the books. The big tank ship, oh so beautiful, sailed from oil port to to another oil terminal and boredom set in, I left the great ship in Antwerp and after a week ashore I got a job on an old freighter going into every port, you could think of I was in my element; this was a perfect ship. The officers were not going anywhere, no one wore uniforms and bothered with titles. On a French island, I have forgotten its name, a dog came onboard unseen and since the storeroom was open it hid there and I didn´t see it before we were on the open sea. I took the dog up to the old-man he liked the dog it had a home. Months later, when I was on another ship my old ship was tied up in front of us, the old-man was retiring taking the dog home, the new captain didn´t care for dogs. The dog remembered me, and there was a lot of kisses and cuddles. I'm sure the little dog had a long and happy life seeing green grass and trees.