Sitting in the boat reading when there is a great thump look out window to see upturned kayak drifting away with no sign of a body, go on deck to investigate and find idiot hanging onto side of bout like a fender. “Yer kayak drifting”, help me he says. At which point The Boo, having been disturbed from one of her afternoon naps she now has several, appears and sticks her head over the side directly into face of clinging bod who gives girly scream and falls back into water, points to kayak “yer boats over there mate. The Boo looks up with her that’s how you deal with that look and goes back to her bed. Not a bark or growl just a satisfied look on a rather smug face.