|Norfolk is on the shore beyond|
|good stiff wind on St. James River|
|Jax loves extra attention when it's a bumpy ride|
He was trembling most of the last 10 miles owing to a 35 knot wind pushing significant waves at us as we went up the St. James River.
|At the start of our sailing life, 2015|
|Jax in NYC.|
|Jax on ICW|
|Jax picks a comfy spot|
|Jax wasn't crazy about stand-up paddling|
|Jax has never learned to like brushing|
|A leeward pee|
|Early morning on the water|
|Happy day onboard for Jax|
|A preparatory trot before stooling on bow|
|Carl and Jax.|
|Waiting for a walk|
He will position himself on the bow or wherever he finds the best vantage point to observe us from a distance, even when that means waiting in the hot sun. He will obviously take advantage of shade when available.
|Good vantage point to people watch|
He waits patiently for his leash to be hooked up after we’ve gotten off the boat to go for a walk. He waits again to be unhooked, before jumping back onto the boat when we return.
|Jax will pick the best spot from which to jump.|
|He appreciated having a shade canopy.|
At that invitation, he leapt off the boat and ran headlong to us with tail wagging and a big dog smile for us.
|Jax helps recycle.|
Oh, there was a time or three, when he just couldn’t wait to be invited and out of the corner of an eye we saw him slink toward us, tail hanging down and head low.
|On the bow of the dinghy in the Bahamas.|
|Striking a pose in Annapolis|
|Making friends with puppy on Bahama beach|
He’s gentle with puppies and offers corrections promptly and patiently when an overly rambunctious yearling leaps all over him.
|"Is it really necessary to climb on my nose?"|
|Late afternoon on the ICW|
|Jax, the stick-chaser extraordinaire.|
|Jax off the coast of Massachusetts|
If he were to get sick out there, there is little we could do for him but suffer along with him. Arriving in the Caribbean poses other problems. Each country has their own regulations about bringing animals into the country. We do not want to risk him being quarantined ever. For a dog that is so watchful of his pack, that would be the cruelest thing to do to him.
|Sad face outside a closed door.|
|"Do you need me to jump in there to save you?"|
Jax survived the hot summer and fall in Oriental but we were able to use the A/C on the boat and Jax reliably chose the coolest spot on the boat to lie down. We would rarely have that option in the Caribbean. He would become “that black, furry and very hot dog” that everyone in the Caribbean would feel sorry for, especially Carl and me.
|Jax will love his new home. We will miss him so.|