The Aberdeen Star
It was the Scotties' first BASH in ages, and they intended to enjoy every MINUTE of this vacation.
that they were boarding their private sailing sloop in New Orleans didn't hurt, EITHER!!
The ScotCorde had landed at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport,
formerly known as Moisant, and the excited BASH gang had immediately made their presence known!
The concourse security officials had only dealt with a BASH group once before.... and were totally
overwhelmed by 135 furry fiends racing full speed for the nearest exit!
Carly Rose Beach, Agnes Donnelly, Lilly Gilmore, and Cassie Parker raced ahead of the other Terriers, then
skidded to a stop in front of the first of a group of exclusive, luxury boutiques that lined the long
"SHOPPING!!! We'll start here and work our way down," Cassie suggested gleefully, as she
began quickly flipping through a thick bundle of plastic, looking for
just the right card.
"Last one to max out their card is a PUHDUL!" Agnes announced, as she quickly moved into the
shop and headed straight for the jewelry counter.
Carly Rose and Lilly immediately joined in the shopping extravaganza. When decisions were difficult
or choices hard to make, they simply took ALL of the items in question. The four lasses paid for their
purchases, then raced out the door and turned into the next shop, to continue their spree.
"WHAT are y'all DOING???" Callie Howatt demanded as she followed the girls into the shop.
"We've been LOOKING for you four! We're leaving... you HAVE to come with us... NOW!!"
Callie's large Bouvier paw quickly began ushering the protesting girls back onto the main concourse,
where they were quickly joined by other Guardians.
"WHAT????? We weren't bothering anyone!!! WERE WE, Rory??" Alex Mathisen glared
at Jubilee, the Lab Commander of the Guardian Brigade, who simply smiled knowingly at the angry lad
and continued to herd him forward.
Jubilee had been a member of the Brigade almost since the beginning, and she KNEW what was
coming. Scotties were so predictable on an adventure. They experienced life to the fullest, and as
a result, tended to take chances.... which became a never-ending nightmare for the Guardian Brigade.
What surprised Jubilee, though, was the long list of volunteers.... who KNEW that they would get very
little sleep on the BASH, and would spend their week putting out "Scottie
Energy Explosions"... and they loved every non-stop MINUTE of it!
Jubilee turned her attention back to the group of Terriers in front of her. The shoppers were grumbling
about the sales they were missing out on... while Alex Mathisen and Rory Knaub were growing more agitated
by the moment.
"Okay, guys.... it's like this," Jubilee began. "You two were having SUITCASE races through the
concourse, for pete's sake!!! You knocked down passengers, tore out a hotdog stand, and wrecked a newspaper
kiosk... not to MENTION the security personnel you ignorned when they ordered you to stop!"
"Yeah, BUT... we were WINNING!" Rory grumbled. "Barney Powers and Morley Reyner didn't stand a
CHANCE!! We had it WON...Rory was balanced on top of that suitcase PERFECTLY, so I could wheel it
really FAST! And when we took out that hotdog stand, Barney and Morley got caught up in the mustard
and relish! We had it WONNNNN!"
It was at that moment that Barney and Morley stormed up to the group, followed closely by yet
another Guardian, the Giant Schnauzer, Haley Gersch.
"Why'd ya STOP US?" Barney Powers demanded. "We weren't doing anything! We were just pushing our
suitcases... we were with the REST of the group! What'd WE do??"
Barney turned to Morley, grinned broadly, then pointed a paw at Alex and Rory, and proclaimed, "We HAD
you guys!!! We had that in the BAG!"
"NUH UNH!!! No you DIDN'T!" Alex retorted. "You two got taken out by the mustard!"
Looking down, Barney realized that he and Morley were literally covered in mustard and relish.
Smiling broadly, the two terriers simply shrugged, then quipped, "Hot DOGS, aren't we!!!"
Haley rolled her eyes and groaned loudly. She didn't know how Scotties could LIVE like this...
always out on the very EDGE of danger!
Everyone began talking at once. The girls were still complaining about being pulled away from their
shopping, while the Suitcase Speeders were debating the outcome of their race.
Jubilee took a deep breath, then issued one very sharp BARK!
The group all quieted immediately... well, that is.... if you ignore that last
"NO you didn't--WE DID!"
Jubilee put her paws on her hips, narrowed her eyes dangerously, and with one paw raised, she pointed
toward the main Concourse entrance and demanded, "That way.... EVERYONE..... NOW!"
The crowd that had gathered around the noisy spectacle parted as the Terriers began trotting toward
the exit, a proud, defiant 'sashay' in their 'get-along',with the Guardians close behind, keeping just
enough pressure on the Terriers to keep them headed in the right direction.
Reaching the main entrance, they rejoined the BASH gang, who had taken over the entire front entrance
of Moisant Airport. Katie Wild Child was organizing the group for the ride downtown. It didn't take her
long to push, prod, and coerce everyone into the waiting stretch limousines.
The Guardian Brigade breathed a huge sigh of relief as the convoy of limousines pulled away from the
"My GOSH, Jubilee," Eddie, the greyhound Brigade member said. "What're we going to do for a WEEK, if
we had trouble just getting these Terriers out of the AIRPORT?!?!?!"
A broad smile appeared on Jubilee's face. "Ohhhhhhh, this was EASY! We've had times when we've had the
MILITARY arrive to get us out of the airport! I can promise you one thing... a BASH is NEVER boring!
Save your breath and rest now, while you CAN!"
The Guardians slumped down in the plush cushions and closed their eyes. They knew things would calm
down once they got the Scotties and their friends out on the open sea. No place to go, nothing to go wrong
THERE! With that reassuring thought, the Guardians relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. The sooner
they got to the sailing yacht, the BETTER!
The BASH convoy took I-10 into downtown New Orleans, and soon pulled up at the dock near the Riverwalk.
The BASH terriers scrambled out of their limousines and stared in awe at the majestic sailing sloop
that rocked gently in the waters of the Mississippi River. They smiled proudly as they noticed the
name on the bow of the ship....."Aberdeen Star". Eagerly, the Scotties and their friends scurried
up the gangplank, and boarded the graceful sailing yacht.
The yacht's crew treated the BASH guests royally, showed each guest to a stateroom, and helped them
get settled in for a relaxing week in the Caribbean.
It didn't take the Scotties long to take advantage of the luxurious accomodations on board the
Aberdeen Star. They didn't bother with their baggage.... they had "people" to tend to that. They didn't
worry about schedules or agendas... this was a vacation. Time was irrelevant... they were going to just
sail around the Caribbean, watch the sunset over the water, and enjoy spending time with their friends.
Several cellphones were visible as Scotties made one last call home before they reached open water.
The BASH gang heard the wind begin to fill the sails, snapping the sailcloth briskly.... they felt the
sloop pull away from the dock, as she began to head downriver toward the Gulf of Mexico.
The Aberdeen Star slipped quietly through the water, taking the Scotties out for a carefree week of
fun in the sun.....
And the Scotties and their friends intended to enjoy every single MOMENT of this BASH!
Sea, Sun, and Salt Air
Bree Baillargeon had set her alarm 15 minutes early, to guarantee that she'd be on time. She had a
sunrise date on the portside rail, and she was NOT going to be late!! Dressing quickly, she quietly slipped
out of the cabin, closed the door softly behind her, and headed for the deck.
The eastern horizon was tinged in shades of pink as Bree stepped out into the pre-dawn darkness.
A quick glance around the teak deck told her that she was early... and alone. She stepped over to the
gleaming brass rail, propped her elbows on the rail, then rested her muzzle on her interlaced paws,
and watched the eastern sky's morning extravaganza.Bree smiled to herself as she watched the sun change
the sky into a myriad of colors.
Suddenly, she felt someone standing beside her. Turning slightly, she smiled up into Bravo Belvin's
"Thought you'd slept in! Figured you were going to miss the sunrise," she said, turning back to watch
the sun continue it's journey into the morning sky.
Bravo laughed softly, then replied,"Had no intention of missing this sunrise, OR sharing it with the
prettiest Scottie on the yacht!"
He moved closer to her, wrapped one paw around her shoulders, then gently placed his other paw atop hers on
"Beautiful," he said quietly, as Bree laid her head on his shoulder. Together, they silently watched the
sunrise, amazed by its beauty and majesty.
It may have been only minutes, it may have been hours. Neither Bree nor Bravo were aware of time passing...
they were enjoying the sea spray in their faces, the splash of colors in the dawn sky, and the arrival of the
Sun as it began its daytime journey across the heavens.
A sudden explosion of sound brought an abrupt end to Bree and Bravo's quiet reverie. Turning back toward
the double doors that led down to the staterooms, they smiled to see Rooney Vacheresse,
Hobbes Devine, and Piper Pell bursting
out onto the deck, followed closely by Lucile, Mason Bruce, Megan Wilson, Annie Belle Currie,
Jake Bradberry, Allie Mae Graves, Darby Lawrence, Haley Devine, Cassie Georges, Angie Riches, Dottie Smith,
Bartholomew van Dulken, and Malky.
The group of noisy terriers sprinted across the deck and skidded to a halt near the bow of the yacht.
Chaos erupted as each of them vied for position at the very front of the sloop.
"ME.....ME FIRST!" Cassie Georges proclaimed, as she stepped up onto Mason's shoulders to reach the top
rung of the railing. Throwing her front paws out wide, she tried to balance on the top rail of the sloop as
it sliced through the water.
"LOOK at ME!" she shouted. "Just like in the MOVIES! WHEEEEEEE!"
"You're DOING it wrong!!!! NOT on the TOP RAIL, silly!!!" Angie Riches argued. "You're gonna FALL! Get
DOWN one.... on the railing BELOW!!!"
Bartholomew interrupted, "NOOOOOO, don't hang OVER!!! Stand on the TOP! I'll show you the REAL way to Fly!"
Stepping up on the railing beside Cassie, Angie and Bartholomew both began to demonstrate what they
thought was the PROPER technique for flying on the bow of the fast-moving sailing sloop.
Haley, Megan, Dottie, and Darby were convinced that balance wasn't nearly as important as STYLE, so they
scrambled up to the top rail and began posing dramatically!!
Malky, Jake Bradberry, and Mason decided that the SCOTSMANLY thing to do was to spit into the wind...
from the bow edge of a sailing sloop! It didn't take them but seconds to adjust that to "Arrrrrrrooooooo'ing"
Rooney, Hobbes, and Piper crawled up between the lowest railings, stretched WAY out over the edge, and
stared wide-eyed at the water below. White foam whipped by far below, as the prow of the sleek vessel sliced
effortlessly through the water.
"WHOA!!!" Roon gasped in awe. "I don't kick up THAT much water when I take a BATH! That's COOL!"
"HEY! Look at ME!" Piper announced, as he clambored up beside Cassie and Angie on the very highest
railing. Looking way down at Roon and Hobbes on the deck, Piper challenged, "Betcha can't do THIS!!!"
Hobbes and Roon watched as Piper balanced precariously on the top railing, one paw thrown out bravely, the
other hovering mere inches from the railing.... just in case!
The rest of the group suddenly scrambled up to the railing, each one wanting to try their paw at
"flying the bow"! Dottie and Malky squeezed in between Cassie and Piper, who had to make a mad grab
for Malky's paw to keep from falling into the ocean below.
Bree and Bravo watched the fun quickly turn into bedlam as all of the terriers began scrambling toward
the railing... closer and closer to danger.
"Bravo, DO something!" Bree urged. She and Bravo immediately hurried toward the pushing, wrestling terriers,
hoping to get them down from the railing before someone ended up in the water far below!
A sudden "WATCH OUT!" immediately drew everyone's attention! Bravo and Bree RACED toward the group just
in time to see several furry bodies lose their grip on the railing.
Bravo grabbed for the nearest furry paw. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Guardians springing
into action. Jake Lawrence leaped forward, leaned far over the railing, and grabbed the collar of one terrier in his
teeth. Jack and Keisha lunged forward and were barely able to grab the paws of two terriers who had slipped
beneath the lowest rail were desperately clawing at the teak deck, looking for anything to stop their fall.
Guardians appeared out of nowhere. Belle, the Great Pyrenees, grabbed three terriers just as they
slipped over the rail... one in each of her huge paws, the third one between her clenched teeth,
having been snatched by the scruff of the neck at the last second.
Sasha Parker and Bear Powers threw themselves toward the far railing, to intercept the last two
terriers who were skidding across the deck toward the water!
It had gone from fun to frantic in seconds... yet the Guardian Brigade had been right there. Their
huge paws protecting the wee Terriers from certain death, their teeth grabbing furry bodies in the nick
of time, their bodies offering support, security, and safety.
The group of Guardians and Terriers lay sprawled across the teak deck, catching their breath.
As the Guardians untangled themselves from the furry mass and pulled themselves to their paws, they
looked at the terriers, wanting to make sure that everyone was safe.
The terriers were dusting themselves off, laughing uproariously, and patting each other on the back!!!
"WOW! Did you see THAT!?!?! COOL!"
"SUPER!! That was FUN!!!!!"
"LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" said one terrier, smiling broadly.
As one voice, the Guardians responded with a sharp "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The Guardian Brigade was saved from what would have been a guaranteed confrontation by the timely arrival
of the Chief Steward on the deck. Raising his hand, he rang a bell, then announced regally,
"Breakfast is now served in the Forward Lounge."
The Terriers cheered loudly, then stampeded toward the door to the Forward Lounge, barely missing a very
surprised Chief Steward... who had amazing reflexes to be able to jump out of the way JUST in TIME!
The Guardian Brigade watched the Scotties disappear belowdecks. They looked at each other.....
and shook their heads in wonder!
Jubilee smiled wickedly, looked at her Guardian Brigade and asked, "Okay, which one of you had the
notion that it'd be an EASY BASH if we put the Terriers onto a boat for a week????? HMMMMMMMM????"
Somewhere in the Brigade, one long groan was heard... and the Guardians broke out in uproarious laughter!
"Breakfast, Guardians....," Jubilee announced, "we have to keep our STRENGTH up!"
Smiling and clapping each other on the back, they began heading toward the Forward Lounge for their OWN
Jubilee shook her head as she followed her friends belowdecks.
"Goodness!" she thought to herself. "It's just BREAKFAST of the first DAY!!!"
And with one soft groan, she followed the others down to the Lounge...
LEISURELY BASH, indeed!!!
The Wind in Their Fur
It was a beautiful day onboard the Aberdeen Star. Her full sails pushed her silently through the
clear blue water. The warm, tropical sun spread its warmth across the yacht and the BASH guests who
were lounging on its glistening deck.
Riley stepped out into the sunshine and took a deep breath. The sea air was invigorating as it gently
tossled his beard and furnishings. He gave his handsome head a quick shake to straighten his windblown
beard, then began to casually walk across the sunlit deck.
He looked around at all of his friends, enjoying this perfect day..... warm sun, cool breezes, surrounded
by friends. He glanced across at the 'Refreshment Buffet' and smiled to himself. Well, a never-ending
supply of food didn't hurt EITHER!!!
His eyes scanned the deck, taking in the moment. He knew he'd find Katie up here, in the middle of
the activity. She wasn't one to just lie around, though. Her paws had to be busy DOING something ...
she and Webber were concentrating on a brisk game of shuffleboard.
But Riley had never seen shuffleboard
played with TENNIS BALLS!! It certainly made for a frantic game, as they had to race down and catch
the ball before it went over the side of the yacht and into the sea! He laughed as he watched the two
Scotties enjoying their LEISURELY day in the sun.
Riley found an empty deck chair, plopped down, and propped his elbow on the arm of the chair.
He watched his friends as they relaxed in the sun.
Robbie McGillivray and Gracie Girl Kubicek were having a spirited discussion near the starboard rail
with Libby Timm and Capt'n Eddie Zeigler. Riley laughed out loud as he realized that the foursome had
created a Sailing version of "Go Fish" and were having a grand time making up the rules as they went!
Meanwhile, Billy Delli Carpini seemed to have the world in his paws. Maggie Belvin, Lucy Sheets, and
Billy were seated near the rail, lounging in the warm sunshine. Occasional laughter could be heard coming
from the group of friends as they chatted happily.
Nearby, Agatha Bruce and Lucky Laddie Zeigler were deep in conversation, their deck chairs pulled close
together. A sheet of paper lay in Agatha's lap. As Riley watched, Lucky Laddie shook his head vigorously,
disagreeing with something Agatha said. He pointed to the paper in Agatha's lap, made another suggestion,
which seemed to please Agatha tremendously. They both collapsed in laughter, then resumed their very
Riley decided he didn't want to KNOW what THEY were plotting, so his gaze continued across the deck.
All three of the tennis courts were in use, as terriers scampered across the deck to lob
tennis balls back over the
net. He noticed that the stances of the tennis players was in constant motion, to counter the roll and pitch
of the Aberdeen Star as she knifed through the water.
Everywhere Riley looked, couples were enjoying the sun and the spray. Connor Bruce and Pagan Marie
were enjoying a game of Chess, using the Aberdeen Star's PUHDUL chess set. Cammster Meverden and Kelley
Lyons were perched on top of the wheelhouse, their legs hanging over the edge, their paws swinging leisurely.
Sighting something in the distance, one would point excitedly, then both Terriers would squint their
eyes to get a better look... only to dismiss it as a gull or a dolphin. Their eyes never left the
horizon as they laughed and talked.
Looking farther across the deck, Riley's smile softened. Sitting at the very front of the yacht, nearest
the bow, were Max Knaub, Monte Reyner, and Duncan Vacheresse. The two Westies and the Scottie had not allowed
the physical ailments of old age interfere with their cruise. Their deck chairs were positioned near the rail.
Each furry muzzle was lifted high into the air, nostrils quivering to catch each unique smell of the sea
as the wind whipped their fur and spray misted their grizzled faces.
Riley couldn't hear the Elders' conversation, but knew they were discussing the different aromas in the
sea air, trying to identify each. Riley watched the occasional nods of agreement, followed by a quick shake
of one distinguished head. Then, all three muzzles would return to the air, as they re-evaluated the sea air.
They were in touch with nature, they were happy, life was good.
And the three beloved Elders were quite safe. Riley looked just behind the three Elders, and realized that
the elders had their own private Guardian Brigade protectors. Sorbet Graves, the Bearded Collie, Sammy, the
Golden/Shar Pei, and Eddie, the Greyhound were seated immediately behind the Elders, having a conversation
of their own. The Elders were not aware of the Guardians' presence, nor did they notice the huge paws that were
negligently lounging on each deck chair... ready for any sudden change in position or roll of the deck.
The BASH Guardians were at their station and protecting their beloved Terriers.
Riley gave his head a brisk shake, and turned his attention to the row of deck chairs that lined the
port rail. Speedos and bikinis as far as the eye could see!!! Lads showing off their biceps, lasses
sashaying by the line of deck chairs, flashing broad smiles to the grinning Lads.
A gleam appeared in Riley's eye..... nothing like a Scottie lass in a bikini to turn a Scotsman's muzzle!
A burst of loud, raucous laughter drew his attention to a group of Terrier lads near the stern of the Aberdeen
Star. Riley rose from his deck chair and sauntered toward the group. He smiled to see Mac Tracey wielding his
enormous Claymore, swinging it wildly overhead along with a battle ready "AARRRROOOOO"!!!!
Riley stepped into the circle, and joined Dughul Wilson, Bert Williamson, Mac Williams, Bohdi and
Baxter Tucker, Dougan Gray, Henry Stewart, and Simon Zale as they cheered Mac on, adding their "AAARRROOO's"
It was Duffy Tracey and his Scottish Basket Hilt Sword that really turned the group into a warrior band!
Duffy and Mac began sword fighting, their wee Scottie paws gripped tightly around the enormous swords!
It didn't take long for the other Terriers to demand their turns with the gigantic weapons. Soon, the
sounds of their "warrior shouts" were heard all over the ship, the clash of steel against steel, the
shouts of encouragement, and laughter....always the laughter!!
The Wee Warriors never noticed their audience... the group of Guardians who had quietly moved in to
stand within paw's reach of the enthusiastic Scotties as they wielded the mammoth swords.
Jake, Belle, and Callie stood close to the warriors, braced and ready to intervene...
Callie smiled at Jake and Belle, and whispered softly,
"Don't you just LOVE a leisurely vacation cruise!!"
Jake laughed, glanced around the deck at the relative peace and quiet around him....
and added, "Yep, this IS peaceful!!!" just as he leaped forward to grab the wayward Claymore that
had slipped out of someone's wee paws.
Handing it back to an impatient Scottie, Jake stepped back, to stand beside Callie and Belle.
"Yep, quiet and peaceful!! UH HUH!!"
The Guardians settled down to watch in comfort, as the Aberdeen Star continued its journey
across the Caribbean... on its leisurely BASH cruise.
Paws in the Rigging
The Guardian Brigade was on a roll!!
"WOW, we're GOOOOOOOOOD!" proclaimed one Guardian (whose ego mandates that we withhold the NAME).
"We're SUPER heroes!!!"
Sadie turned, rolled her eyes and said," You're KIDDING, RIGHT??? We've only been out here a day and
a half!!! They're not even warmed UP YET!"
Jubilee nodded, then added," These Terriers live on the edge... you blink, you look away for even a
SECOND, and they're GONE... OFF on another adventure! Trust me.... I can tell you stories that would
CURL your FUR!"
The newest Guardians' eyes widened in amazement. They'd apparently greatly UNDER-estimated these wee
dynamos. Exchanging glances with other Guardians, they agreed that perhaps they HAD been a TAD
Jake advised," Do NOT take your eyes off those Terriers. You MUST anticipate... you MUST be pro-active
in your Guardian duties! We ALL live with Terriers of our own....we all KNOW what they're capable of!"
Groans and nodding heads agreed with Jake's statement. The Guardians began quietly making plans for
duty stations for the remainder of the day....
When, suddenly..... they heard a SCREAMMMMMM!!!
"LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK"! shouted Willow Clarkson from across the deck.
The Guardians leaped to their paws and raced across the deck. Everyone was pointing UPPPPPP!
Their gazes rose to stare at the Crow's Nest at the top of the mast......
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, my GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" groaned Belle........
Dragging Paws OUT of the Rigging
The Guardian Brigade raced to the main mast and stared up, up, to the very TOP... the crow's nest,
where two scotties were hanging precariously from the rigging.
But what stunned the Guardians even MORE, were the three OTHER terriers who were half-way UP the mast and
making fast progress toward the TOP!!
Austin Tucker stood atop the Crow's Nest, one paw gripping the mast as he leaned WAY out over the
edge of the platform, as far as he could reach. Just out of his paw reach was Jaimie Sugar, upside down,
hanging by his rear paws.
"A little MORE!" Austin shouted. "Stretch out a little MORE!!!"
Jaimie bent his knees to get a better grip on the ladder, then reached up and took the steak knife out
of his mouth. Grasping the knife tightly in one paw, he stretched his front paws out wide.
Turning his head only slightly, he called back over his shoulder, "How's THAT?"
Austin looked down the mast at the three terriers headed UP toward the Crow's Nest, and called "Check
it NOW. Working NOW????"
Linus Smith, Tosh II, and Bonnie Belle Bush scrambled up the last several feet, then clambored up onto
the narrow platform of the Crow's Nest.
"LEMME see!" Bonnie Belle mumbled as she unhooked her cellphone from her collar. Flipping it open, she
put it to her ear.... and smiled broadly.
"GREAT! THAT's PERFECT! Hold it RIGHT THERE, Jaimie!! Don't MOVE!" Bonnie Belle instructed, as she
eagerly began scrolling through her contact list.
"HURRY UP, Bonnie!!" Tosh II ordered. "They're beginning to SNARL!" The Crow's Nest Callers looked down
to see all of the Guardians standing at the base of the mast, all looking up, and all looking VERY unhappy
with the situation.
"OHHHHHH, they'll be FINE!" Bonnie predicted. "They'll want pizza, TOO!!! I'll just order a couple of
'double meat, extra cheese' pizzas, that'll settle 'em RIGHT DOWN!"
She turned her attention back to her cellphone...."Yes, Pizza Palace? Hi, I'd like an order to GO, please!"
Linus urged, "Bonnie, HURRY!!!! We've gotta GOOOOOO! NOW!! The "Big Guys" are NOTTTT happy!!"
Turning to look back down toward the deck, Linus waved boldly.
"Be RIGHT THERE!!!" he announced brashly.
"BE RIGHT THERE?!?!?!?!?!" Jake repeated, through clenched teeth. "RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE?"
Jake turned around to his fellow Guardians. "Okay, who's going UP there to bring 'em DOWN??"
Belle laughed out loud!! "YEAH, RIGHT!" She spread her paws wide....."I'm a Great Pyrenees, for pete's sake.
YEAH, like I can shinny up that pole, UH HUH!!"
Eddie chuckled and raised his paw. "I'll go," he volunteered, as he flexed his Greyhound muscles for the
GB group. "I'm agile."
The Greyhound Guardian had just wrapped his paws around the mast and had begun to climb, when Jubilee
put her paw on his shoulder to halt his progress.
"They're coming down, wait a second," she instructed, and stepped back.
The Guardians, along with the entire BASH contingent of terriers, backed up to encircle the mast.
Tosh II and Linus were the first to reach the deck, followed closely by Bonnie Belle, Jaimie, and Austin.
They began congratulating each other happily, clapping each other on the back. Bonnie Belle smiled broadly
as she raised her cellphone in her paw, said, "Thank YOU! We'll be waiting!" then
briskly snapped the phone closed.
"Okay, what were you DOING?" Jubilee asked, a stern expression on her face.
Austin volunteered, "We wanted pizza, and we couldn't get a clear signal... so we just wanted to
get more than one BAR on our cellphone!"
Jaimie added, "Hey, the signal is GREAT up THERE!!" He pointed back up to the Crow's Nest.
"And pizza is coming for ALLLLLLL!!!" Bonnie Belle announced, holding her paws up, as if scoring a
Wild cheering erupted from the BASH terriers. They surrounded the Crow's Nest Callers and escorted the
swaggering heroes inside to prepare the Lounge for their 'take-out' meal.
The Guardian Brigade stood in mute silence as they watched the Terriers sashay
away happily. They
gazed at each other, their eyes wide.
"Tell me they just DID THAT", Callie said, shaking her head.
"They don't think those 5-star chefs in that huge kitchen can't make pizza??" Reggie asked, trying
to understand the Terriers' reasoning.
Jubilee held up her paw. "It's no use. Don't even TRY to get into a Terrier's thinking processes. It's
just too scary to contemplate! Let's just go get ready for our pizzas. She DID say she was ordering us the
Laughing, the Guardians shrugged, and followed the noise to the Forward Lounge.
Jubilee was the last to leave the deck. She shook her head again.... what ELSE could go wrong???
A LEISURELY BASH?? Not HARDLY!!
BASH on the Rocks
The storm seemed to come out of nowhere.
The BASH guests hadn't noticed it at first. They'd been much too busy enjoying
the pizzas, fresh out of the oven, and delivered at great expense... still hot.
Laughter and happy conversation had filled the Forward Lounge as the Terriers
and their friends had eaten their fill, with cheese and sauce coating beards,
paws, and muzzles.
It was the way the Aberdeen Star began rolling with the waves that drew the
attention of the BASH partiers. Before, the sailing sloop had slipped
effortlessly through the calm water. Now, the yacht rolled and pitched from side
to side, signaling a definite change in the weather.
The Guardian Brigade hurried up on deck, to check with the ship's captain.
The crew was scrambling to lower and secure the sails before the gale
struck. The Guardian Brigade was told to remain in the Lounge, that all would
be well, and that the yacht was equipped with huge, powerful engines that would
serve them well in the coming storm.
As the gale reached the yacht, the Aberdeen Star found it harder and harder
to maintain a steady heading. The Terriers were hard pressed to maintain their
footing in the Lounge, and found themselves grasping the nearest solid structure...
anything was permanently bolted to the floor.
The Guardians hurried around the room, looking for terriers who were
having difficulty with the wild movements of the
sailing sloop. They soon had their paws full....some BASH guests were seasick,
others were determined to use the violently rolling deck as a
The Guardian Brigade devoted most of their efforts to the wee'est BASH guests,
worried that the youngsters would not understand and possibly be afraid. The
youngest terriers, however, considered this "high adventure", and were riding
out each roll of the ship with shouts of "Look Ma, NOOO paws", as they threw
their paws high overhead and bent their wee knees to absorb the roll of the deck.
The storm continued to build and strengthen, its power being felt with each
roll of the sloop. The wave heights continued to build, creating mountains
and valleys on the ocean, as the Aberdeen Star fought to maintain its course.
The yacht rose dramatically to the crest of each tall wave,
only to crash down into the trough, before climbing
again to the next, even taller wave. The wind screamed outside as it tried to
tear the sleek sailing yacht apart.
Suddenly, the voice of the Captain was heard above the storm, warning the
The Guardian Brigade immediately herded their Terriers into a tight group,
tucked behind the solidly built bar. It was only seconds later that they heard
it... a deep, screeching sound, as if the entire bottom was being torn out of
the Aberdeen Star... followed almost immediately by an abrupt, violent
COLLISION that threw everyone to the floor.
It took several moments for the Guardians to inspect all of the BASH guests,
make sure that all was well, and begin to regroup.
The storm seemed to lose strength as suddenly as it had appeared. The
Terriers cautiously peeked through the doorway to the main deck, and were
shocked by what they saw.
"UH OH!!!!!!! NOWWWWWWWWWW WHAT???" Sorbet asked, as the terriers began
to scatter in all directions. They sensed another adventure!!
Island - Friend or Foe?
CLICK on FISH to read Chapter 7
This ORIGINAL story has been created and written by Carol Johnson.
ORIGINAL illustrations are done by Karen Donnelly.
They are NOT to be reproduced in ANY way ....PERIOD!!!!
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