The Oil Rig

I am at sea on an oil rig like structure. Woofa (my dog) is there. It is chaotic conditions. We need to drop anchor and an old fisherman salty sea dog comes to show me how. Big anchor on the end of chains, he throws the anchor into the water. He tells me to hold onto the end of the chain but I loose it and he says ‘don’t worry, it will raise to the surface naturally anyway.’

Woofa jumps into the sea, and she is, I know in my minds eye, swimming around on the sea bed (she is in a sad sorry state and I want to protect her again). I worry that the salty old sea dog will drop an anchor and trap her down there – he brushes this fear aside. She surfaces (as she always seems to) and I am so pleased and relieved to see her.

She is grey now, the colour of the ocean and I can hardly see her against the grey choppy sea. There are more small dogs on the rig now, they are young, fit and free – they don’t need my care and they run around and play independently.