A man’s dog on a disorienting voyage at sea looks trustingly at his master as if to say, “This is a crazy world and I have stopped trying to understand it. But as long as you are here with me, it can’t be too bad. The time will come when this sea and waves business will be over and then I’ll smell some pleasing normal smells and see some trees, too.
Just don’t let me lose sight of you on deck. If you do, I shall go mad yelping with a growing anxiety and doubtless soon jump overboard and sink. The sight of you is my everything.”
