We took a tour of Ponkapoag Pond in the Blue Hills on Saturday evening, just as the sun was starting to set.  Luc is a constant threat to launch himself (and us) out of the boat after a goose, duck, turtle, breath of wind, so he rides in the bow where I can better appeal for forbearance.  Musti, such shenanigans largely behind him, is happy in the stern, where I’m less likely to drip water on his blanket.