… Written by our grand daughter many, many years ago.
When I was about 6 years old, one of my Grandma’s dogs had puppies. I was so excited. They were just so small and delicate, like a breakable vase and also helpless, all they would do was squirm, sleep, eat and make little grunting noises. But one of these pups was special, he would glide around the pen like there was no tomorrow, he would sail like a sailing boat over a calm ocean. He was a sailor. No he was my sailor.
When he got to about three weeks old he was moving like a speedboat. He was getting faster every day and nothing would stop him, ever. He was the biggest of the litter and at three weeks of age we christened him SAILOR.