The Day of The Dog by Andersen Horne

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They came home from a strange journey…. And heroes they might have been a little dog and a man!
CAROL stared glumly at the ship-to-shore transmitter. “I hate being out here in the middle of the Caribbean with no radio communication. Can’t you fix it?”
“This is a year for sun spots, and transmission usually gets impossible around dusk,” Bill explained. “It will be all right in the morning. If you want to listen to the radio, you can use the portable radio directional finder. That always works.”
“I want to catch the 5 o’clock news and hear the latest on our satellite,” Carol replied. She went to the RDF and switched it on to the standard broadcast channel. “Anyhow, I’d feel better if we could put out a signal. The way we’re limping along with water in our gas is no fun. It will take us twenty hours to get back to Nassau the way we’re losing RPM’S.”
Bill Anderson looked at his young, pretty wife and smiled. “You’re behaving like a tenderfoot. We’ve plenty of gas, a good boat and perfect weather. Tomorrow morning I’ll clean out our carburetors and we’ll pick up speed. Meantime, we’re about to enter one of the prettiest harbors in the Bahamas, throw over anchor …”