The waterdogs leaped into the Eel River, soaked the car, leaped into the ocean at Klamath, soaked the car, leaped into the ocean at Brookings, and did not wreck the motel, but close to it. All in one day. They are well named for their love for the water - any water. We think it will be a training problem on the sailboat as they used to howl when close to shore, and the anchor down, in the Bayliner: "swim, we want to swim, dammit, let us out,we want to swim". And Robert would yell, "shut up" and try to maneuver the boat so either Linda or I could jump overboard and pull lines to shore. The dogs would be close to howling, crew trying to hear directions and the skipper alternately yelling at the dogs or the crew - it was all joy. Crew getting crabby, lines all over the beach and the skipper wondering why the hell he was not getting any responses. The dogs, finally let loose, would scramble to the rails and create great splashes, swim to shore and race about while the crew, who had very firmly shut the hell up, were trying to to set the shorelines in the sand, against the wind. Yes, I think we will have to do some training - whether crew or dogs, it remains to be seen.