A trader in the truck.
Houston · Tampa · Fort Lauderdale
Marine diesel and gasoline, bought where fuel is actually priced, driven to the slip. First routes open in 2027. Founding slips are filling now.
No fuel dock on your water? The truck comes to you.
Tell us where the boat sits and how much she drinks. When your basin makes a route, we call with a window — Friday or Saturday, metered at the slip, ticket in your hand before the lines go back on. No jerry cans. No Saturday queue.
Wholesale, for docks that pump.
Loads priced off the rack with posted freight, from people who answer the phone. A real quote is a conversation about your tanks, your turns, and your season — so call, or leave a name and we’ll call you back.
One pair of hands between the market and your tank.
Every gallon of boat fuel starts at a terminal, where its price is printed daily on the wholesale market — the same market traders buy and sell all day. By the time that gallon reaches a slip, everyone who touched it has taken a margin, and the last price is set by what the water will bear. Waterdog is one pair of hands: a career gasoline trader buys at the terminal and the truck drives to the water. The savings aren't a discount. They're the layers that aren't there.
The usual way: terminal → distributor → reseller → dock → your tank.
Waterdog: terminal → truck → your tank.
Named water, one route at a time.
We open where a truck can run a tight loop, and nowhere else. Houston on Clear Lake. Tampa on the bay. Fort Lauderdale off Port Everglades. Pensacola is next on the board; the Carolinas and Georgia follow.
Wednesday noon, every week.
Orders close Wednesday at noon. We cut the route, and every slip gets a delivery window. Friday and Saturday the truck runs — every gallon metered, every ticket stamped. Miss the cutoff and you roll to next week, no exceptions, because the cutoff is what keeps the truck full, the route tight, and the price honest.
| Cutoff | Wednesday, 12:00 noon |
| Route cut | Wednesday afternoon — your window texted |
| Delivery | Friday–Saturday, metered at the slip |
| Proof | Stamped ticket, every fill |
We don’t eat the channel.
We will never wet-hose in a basin where a marina runs a working fuel dock — unless that marina asks us to. A hose on somebody else’s water is how you lose every wholesale conversation on the coast. If you pump, we’d rather supply you than compete with you.