To say I was a bit nervous was a huge understatement...that Peterborough lift tub lock was intimidating to watch...I was not thrilled to be going in it. First was another of what I call the "baby" locks...and there I not only dropped my boat hook in the water (good thing Floyd had added that piece of noodle to make it float) but I also meet my two lucky omens. First was a 5 month old standard white poodle, Charlie...reminded me of my new grand puppy, a 3 month black standard poodle, Pippa. The second was a tourist couple who said they were going to follow us to the Peterborough lock and offered to take our camera and take photos of us in the tubs. While FW thought maybe we had just kissed our camera good bye...it worked really well.