(Zach and Daddy catch up on local news.)
The Wet Dog is a local-yokel hang out if there ever was one. You'd have to know it's there, tucked in to a neighboring marina among the travel lifts and busy boat yard. But they have NO problem staying busy.
(Zach and "the fellas" playing a game while waiting for their food. I swear, they remind me of a group of 80-something year old men at a deli.)
It's the sort of place that welcomes dogs with a bowl of water and often sees people come in wearing pajamas, paint stained clothes, or swim suits.
(Zach's 'tween buddy M arrives in pajamas for puzzles and breakfast)
Zach has been frequenting this place since he was in utero, and loves it when the ladies all sing out greetings as we walks in the door. He's even figured out how to go ask for sweets and "put in on our accont".
(Sailors from all over the world come and put a pin on the map to show where they're from.)
I love having a place like this just a short walk (or paddle) away. It's part of why marina life is so appealing to me as the stay-at-home parent. Whenever I need some spontaneous company or an adult conversation, I just have to take a few steps, and a community is there, at the ready.