“Long Dog here. I guess I have to let the Newfoundlands have their say, though they don’t belong to the Doggie Gang. I’m not certain I’ll like what they have to bark about but, go ahead Queenie.”
“That’s Queen Anna June, please. Along with Prince Willy Jac, we’re official water rescue dogs, so really, we’re the only two dogs worthy of being on a sailing vessel! I’ll have to admit, the Dachshund is surprisingly resourceful in the water; he wears a lifejacket, of all things. He looks positively ridiculous with that thing around his belly! I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on him though, as he did rescue me once and saved some lesser yeowling feline creature too. He’s even friends with the cat on board his yacht; let me tell you, there are no cats on our vessel! The Dachshund is pretty smart, I guess, figuring out jewel heists, but I thought he was real dumb using those long ears of his to fly off a cliff. What to you think, Prince?”
“Dumb luck is what he has. He wasn’t so smart when he stuck his nose in a bush full of bees, either—you should have seen the size of his sniffer! But, he did save me when a storm sent you and me crashing to the deck, broke my hip and I couldn’t get to safety but the little guy shoved himself under me, took my weight and got us into a safe place. Rescued you that day too when you were washed overboard; he didn’t even hesitate to jump into the churning seas to find you, so I guess he’s brave! But, without pedigree papers, the wiener dog isn’t anything special.”
“Agreed, Prince. Well, mostly…”
