Jayson,
Your story takes me back a few years (quite a few years) to when I was about 10 years old (sorry, 52 years ago, ouch).
I used to go to a local Gospel Hall because one of the Elders ran a cool youth club/bible class. Several of us were attracted to this club because the elder in question had a small yacht moored about an hours drive away in Chichester Harbour (UK).
This guy used to invite two boys to join his family on a Saturday sailing out and around the harbour. We had great adventures and fun.
The low point was going home. As you will know, if you beach a yacht you then have to jump off and wade the last few feet, well, that went for his dogs too.
Going home we would have to sit on the back bench seat of the car with two very damp Retriever dogs, stinking of seawater, sitting on us. A useless towel was provided. What could be worse? This.
Half way home the guy would stop at a take away (English Fish and Chips), he would generously buy us some fish and chips which we then (no choice really) had to share with these wet and now salivating dogs.
The smell of wet, seawater soaked, salivating dogs still hangs in my nostrils every time I see Fish and Chips.
Happy days. Got our bits trodden on a few times too, but, we were so trapped that any attempt to rub things better was impossible.
Sir Roger
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