There we were on Martha's Vineyard, sauntering around the docks in Edgartown. It was near dusk. Private boats were coming in from the day out, and we saw a guy gutting the daily catch off the back end. I'd never seen such a thing, but then I don't fish much. And in New England, I'm quite sure it's quite common.
I'm not sure if it's official, but certainly the mascot dog of the island is the black lab, made famous by the Black Dog cafes and shops that dot the tiny map. So it was no surprise to see this one standing dutifully beside these guys, having a good dog day. To me, any day in the Vineyard is a good one, dog or otherwise.
What caught my imagination was how, little by little, the dog grew more intent on the guy cutting the fish. He edged closer -- and closer still -- while all the people were distracted by the knife and this guy's technique. The process was mesmerizing. One after another, said guy pulled out what I could only guess were cod, catfish and bass and deftly sliced each's belly. Within a few strokes, and no apparent show of blood, he'd have filleted the entire thing, tossing some goo into the water in between. Scales were gone, bones were lifted clean from the flesh and voila! someone had their succulent dinner ready to dress and grill. I could barely see it happen --the entire process took less than a minute. But SOMEBODY certainly saw it all .... Click on this pic (to enlarge it) and take a good look at that dog's face!
Here's a closer crop, but it might not be close enough to see on Blogger, unless you click the picture to enlarge it.
Dogs. Love 'em! 
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