So we stopped at MacDonald Beach in Richmond on the way back. We hadn’t been there in a while, and I guess we missed the memo about it being Giant Dog Day today.
An Irish Wolfhound:
A Great Dane:
(Why does Food lady only take photos of Giant Dogs’ asses? I dunno. Shut up. )
(Oops, he’s not giant. Oh well, I always was a bit of a non-conformist)
So anyway. There was this pretty Aussie there who was gleefully retrieving a hunk of wood from the water
Until Woo stole it
And then artfully hid himself behind 11 blades of grass. He’s so sly.
The Cirque Du Soleil of Dents folles ™
When Woo starts sticking his head in holes, it’s time to go.
When looking at this picture, I imagined this Catahoula with Jane’s voice going “What the – OMG, look at that TAIL!“
The day before yesterday we went back to Spanish Banks. It’s less crowded on weekdays than Kits Beach, and as an added bonus lacks a significant feature – a dorky metal-rapper dude with a stupid patch of chin hair (grow a real beard, poser) a toque (oh hai – it’s summertime! Toques not required!) and a super bad attitude. Plus, Cruz like Spanish Banks better, and we like Cruz!
We didn’t get this memo either: Synchronized Shaking German Day
Please indulge me by clicking on this photo so you can view the expression on Piper’s face. It’s beyond funny. I don’t think Piper gets enough credit in the “Funny Faces” genre of Three Woofs and a Woo.
No worries. Tweed got it.
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