“There’s that two-eyed dog,” said Dale, a fellow cruiser, about Ziggy as he strode up to the marina bar.

Uh yeah, Ed and I looked at each other.  “Don’t most dogs have two eyes?”

Everyone laughed, including Dale, who hadn’t even been drinking yet I don’t think.

Like last year, everywhere she goes, Ziggy gets lots of attention for her blue eye.

“What happened to her eye?”- ask the Bahamian children

“Can she see out of that eye ?” – asks most adults.

Ed has two standard answers.

“She told us she could see, yes.”

“We paid a lot of money for that eye.” 

In her travels Ziggy has met many potcakes – the Bahamian stray dogs named after the dregs they used to be fed from the bottom of the peas and rice boil.

Some of the potcakes are friendly, some not.  Many look like Ziggy, except for the eye of course.

I met a French lady who rescues potcakes and arranges transport back to the states to an adoption place in Atlanta.  They even have a Facebook page.

Speaking of pots, the roads here in Green Turtle Cay are terrible.  It’s limestone for the most part, and the many potholes are indicated with a red circle around them so you can be forewarned on your golf cart, which is the primary mode of transportation.

The road to White Sound is the worst, looks like they ran out of red paint.

Despite all that, we rented a golf cart yesterday to explore the island and drive the 2-3 miles over to the Green Turtle Club to watch the Heels play Pittsburgh in the ACC tourney (you can’t stream ESPN in the Bahamas).

By the way, when did Pittsburgh reach the Atlantic Coast?  Global warming and sea level rise must be worse than I thought.

Alas, we got to the swanky club lounge and the TV there only had the Bahamian package, which meant ESPN was showing not the ACC tourney but some kind of cricket tourney.

WTF? Are you kidding me? Cricket??

I’ve never seen Bahamians playing cricket. 

Some back room shenanigans must have been involved here with cricket organizations and the major sports network in the world. Cricketgate.  Someone needs to go to jail for this. 

Crestfallen, we took off in search of another TV.  So we maneuvered around the potholes back to New Plymouth, feeling less than hopeful about getting to see the game.  

Ziggy did not enjoy the ride, though she was sandwiched between us on the seat.

I held her tight as we passed several chickens that she would have been delighted to chase.

We stopped on a whim at McIntoshes, a family diner that serves breakfast and lunch.

I stuck my head in. Yes!! A TV on the wall.

Ed was not hopeful; he figured the cricket ESPN channel was to be our fate.

But no!  They had the upgraded ESPN – no cricket, just the U.S. version.  And the ACC game!

Despite having eaten a big breakfast at the New Plymouth Liquor and Cafe (yes they serve breakfast too), we resolved to stay there, eat lunch and watch the game.  Conch and grouper fingers were happily consumed

And a neighbor cruiser – Dan- walked up and joined us in watching the game over lunch.

After s close first half, the Heels stepped it up and buried the Pitt boys.

Turns out Dan is from Ocean Isle.  He is traveling with his “girlfriend” (they are in their 70s) of three months. His boat is a big ol’ trawler/yacht.  And best news – he has Direct TV on the boat.

Ed’s eyes brightened when Dan invited us to watch tonight’s game on his boat.

Yes!  Ziggy’s dream to be a yacht dog might yet happen.

We’re bringing chips/dip and homemade pizza that the Lizards bartender Erin makes each Friday.

Hopefully Dan has the U.S. version of ESPN on his TV.  If it’s not, and it’s cricket again, Ed might just kill himself.