Surfer Dog Author:Elizabeth Spurr Each time I head out to sea, I try ti picture Blackie leading the way. Which wave would he take? Turn or wait? Sometimes I guess I guess right;just as often, I miss. With every good wave, right after I kick out, I still find myself searching the shore for Blackie, listening for his bark of approval. — At night I still wad up a couple of pillows t... more »o make a lump at the foot of my bed. I pretend Blackie's lying on my feet. It's the only way I can get to sleep.