Poops and happy hour.....

This guy refuses to poop in the little pink baggie on the boat, so he makes me walk him to the 'rest room' (it's what they call it down here).  And I would normally let him walk there on his own, but with his dizzy spells, I can't trust he wouldn't wobble right off the dock. 

Upon my return, dad and I enjoyed some coconut rum in the sunshine.  Got to love happy hour.  

It's 5 o'clock somewhere. 

Happy hour was a little unnerving for awhile as paperclip decided to fish and cast off right behind our heads before moving to the front of the boat!