Ed’s sister and brother in law arrived Friday afternoon.  We picked them up in our rental car, the last one available on the island, what had to be a 1980s era Buick Lacrosse.  The B and the U were missing on the nameplate outside so I guess we were really driving an Ick.

We’re stylin’.

Saturday we took the hot rod down to Pete’s Pub and Gallery at Little Harbor.

It’s a small anchorage we had passed on our way up to Marsh Harbor with a working foundry and beachside restaurant.  

Randolph Johnston, a noted sculptor from New England, sailed into the harbor with his family in the ’50s and set up shop here.  His son Pete continued the work and founded Pete’s Pub.

Now grandson Greg continues the tradition. 

We enjoyed burgers and the infamous Liquid Blasters (why walk when you can crawl?) at the pub.  A local drunk with a few missing teeth entertained us cracking conch and falling backwards in his boat.

The foundry was closed.  This was bad news for Jenny, who had her heart set on seeing the artist’s studio.  

But Jenny was not to be deterred.  We watched Jenny sweet talk the grandson Greg for at least 10 minutes, asking for a foundry tour.  Richard remarked, with a knowing smile, “Jenny gets what she wants.  He will let her in.”

We saw Greg shake his head no three times.  Then the tide turned.

He would let her in.

It was a little wait but Jenny got in and we were all happy she got the tour.

Back at the dock we enjoyed drinks with the happy hour crowd.  And heard Charlie and Melanie blow the conchs at sunset.

On Sunday we planned to take the ferry over to Nippers at Guana Cay.

As we boarded, the ferry captain said the dog can’t go, she’s not in a crate.

What?  We had no idea.

So I jumped off the boat with Ziggy and jogged back to the dock in hopes of finding someone to watch the dog for a few hours.

Charlie!  Our neighbor on the dock who always petted Ziggy was at the pool.

Poor guy.  He was my target.

He rather reluctantly agreed to keep her for me.  And take her to the Bocce tournament they planned for the afternoon.

So we got to Nippers after all and enjoyed the pig roast and bikini girls dirty dancing to Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus.

Nippers rum drinks galore.

A quick visit to Grappas for our final hurrah and back on the ferry for the ride home.

We got back to the dock and found our puppy at Snappas, hanging out with her babysitters from the dock.

Apparently she had chewed through her line once again.  It turns out Charlie had passed her around, like a drunk coed, to other neighbors on the dock.  So they had all taken turns watching the dawg.

Now I owe at least 4 people a fifth of gin. Expensive sitters.