Row No More

Someone gave a little rowboat once. I was living in an apartment in Chicago at the time and I had no place to store it.

My sister-in-law had a pond out in the suburbs and I used it for little fishing trips. The problem was my in-law's neighbor had a 300 pound Rottweiler who insisted on dog paddling out to the boat and trying to climb in.

I spent more time rowing to escape the dog than fishing.