Taking the helm!

We went boating for four hours and the dog was fine. She neither puked (as she had earlier after eating something she shouldn't have out in the yard) nor had any trouble holding her bladder for the entire cruise. We, on the other hand, did.

There was no toilet on the boat we rented and there was no way to get into the lake because there was no way to get out of the lake; the swim step wasn’t something you could easily pull yourself onto and there was no ladder. But, there was a 5-gallon bucket which was provided by the rental company for depositing trash. My sister-in-law and I locked eyes. We both knew what that bucket was really going to be used for.

I (aka Tiny Tank) was the first to need it. The place we rented the boat from told us to stay out of coves and to not dock anywhere. I couldn't get in the water and there was no way to hang my back end over the rail. (Not the mention the lake was crowded with other boaters. Can you imagine the scene?) My only option was the bucket. But the boat we rented was a “party barge” with absolutely no privacy. The most secluded place for the bucket was in front of the captain’s chair and behind controls.

Everyone aboard looked off to the horizon while I “took the helm.”

I rinsed the bucket with lake water and we all pretended that that didn’t just happen.

But then the captain needed to “take the helm.” One by one, we all "took the helm" during our four hour tour.

Disgusting? Yeah. Necessary? 100%.

Meanwhile, the dog was fine.