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This blog tells the story of our 22-month sailing journey from Oakland, California, to Bristol, Rhode Island, aboard our beloved Bristol 32 sailboat, Ute. Please feel free to browse through the archives (partway down the sidebar to your left) to see pics and read stories of our adventures in North America and Central America . (Sorry the first 3 months of the trip are missing - they vanished somewhere in an internet cafe in Mexico - but all you're missing is CA, Baja and Western Mex).

If you're trying to track us down now that we're landlubbers, try us at uteatlarge at yahoo dot com. Thanks!

Saturday, September 02, 2006


meet Sambo, the incredibly ferocious drug-sniffing K-9 unit of the Bocas police force. Is it the way he wags his tail when he sniffs your luggage that really strikes fear in your heart, or maybe the sloppy wet kisses?

he hasn't lost touch with his softer side, despite the immense pressures of his job. In fact just yesterday we saw him playing very gently with a tiny kitten. I guess he was on break.

2 comments:

Avesa said...

Oh, Sambo! So good to put a name to that sweet blonde face. I remember seeing him in the Bocas airport, playing hide-and-seek with his presiding officer. I got the feeling it was a routine game: cop ducks behind ticket counter, dog looks this way and that, starts to panic, joyful discovery. Yet another reason to visit Bocas.

JKB said...

Ok, can I just comment that that game in the airport that the police officer was playing with the dog was WEIRD. and kind of sad too - remember how 'lil ole Sambo couldn't find the cop for like five minutes??? Sambo sure is cute though.