This is Kaiser. It's such a tough name for a dog who really is a daft pudding. He's my boy and I think the world of him. He too was a rescue dog from the Dogs Trust - or should that be MIS Trust! They faffed around before finally agreeing to let me have him. I felt that I should thank them for allowing me to take on the 15-20 year responsibility of taking an unwanted dog off their hands. 
He comes to most places with us on the boat although he doesn't always like it. I couldn't say that sailing is his favourite past time. He used to be a bag of nerves at first, but now, he stands at the bow glaring at the seagulls, and because he's got such long ears, the wind lifts them up and we think he looks like Kate Winslet on the front of the Titanic. (I'm sure she'd be flattered!)
He sleeps on board and eats on board with no problem, but he hates being left on board if Bev and I have to pop somewhere where he can't go, e.g. restaurant. We know the dog-friendly places to go in Bristol and Portishead and because I'm such a cowardly summer sailor, we can can sit outside at most pubs anyway.
The dog lifejacket is compulsory for him, even in Cardiff Bay, and the lifeline is a definite when at sea. He will follow you to the bow when we deal with the lines and fenders and the chances of him getting knocked off are high. The life line prevents it happening.
Lizzy D
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