The Escape Artist


It seems I have been wearing a pair of rose-colored glasses since we’ve moved back on the water. The sun is brighter, the skyline more impressive and the word “lovely” has become a part of my regular vocabulary. We are all just so happy. Well, most of us.

“Hi Jason, your dog is walking up and down the dock. She’s not bothering anyone but she is off the boat. She is just walking up to everyone and saying hi.”

Dewey somehow managed to get off the boat while both Jason and I were at work. But, the question was, how? We closed all the doors when we left. Then there is that fact that Dewey has to be carried off the boat every time we take her out. She has never gone down the stairs herself.

A couple days later we got home and there she was hanging out on the bow of the boat. After we went down below, we noticed that the sliding glass door was open just enough for her to slide through, but not enough for Riley to be able to get out and join in on the fun. We know for a fact that we closed it.

Still not quite understanding how she was doing this, we decided to pile boxes in front of the door. Dewey is not one to shy away from a challenge. When we got home, while she was still inside of the boat, all of the boxes were nicely moved away from the door.


I knew the next day I had to go hardcore. I grabbed more boxes and made sure they were heavy. Then wedged a chair up against it all for good measure. I was confident I had beat Dewey this round. When I got home, all I could do is laugh. That little sh*t wasn’t having any of it. Not only was the chair moved out of the way, she tipped over one of the boxes, made sure everything was out of it, and then preceded to rip the box to shreds.

I would like to take the time to note that Dewey is only 18 pounds.

We’re still not sure what motivated Dewey. She is usually such a well-behaved dog. Maybe all the boxes made her nervous (this all went down when we were still on the Big Kahuna) or maybe she just really hates power boats. Whatever it was she seems to be happier now that we are back on a sailboat. For now, at least.

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  1. On Saturday, did Jason mention a couple staring at him from the deck of a sailboat while it slowly motored down the channel? Getting past the oddity of recognizing a boat from the internet (and that this still isn’t really meeting)… Hello! Luiza and I have our Sabre 38 moored in Sheepshead Bay and we were up at Liberty Landing on a day trip / filling up the tanks. Luiza and I have been in NYC for six years (moved here after graduating). Not sure when (or if) you guys are heading back down south, but we’re planning an escape towards the end of 2016 or maybe 2017.

    • You guys should of stopped and said hello 🙂 Keep us posted of your plans, we’d love to follow your journey.

      • Would have liked to walk around, but they didn’t take to kindly to us being at the fuel dock for longer than it takes to refuel. Interestingly, when we got back to SBYC, there was a sailboat from Liberty Landing spending the night. S/v Whisper, a 35 C&C, I think. A nice family with three little ones.

  2. If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
    A Will Rogers quote, but I can identify.

  3. Haha, thanks for sharing! Similar situation just a couple of days ago. Had just secured the boat on a Med mooring, looked round and saw our tommy dog had managed to jump off the back at was sitting at the nearest taverna being patted by folks. Love their ingenuity 🙂