Tide pools, tide pools, as far as the eye could see …
Mr. Woo says they’re no squirrels, but they’ll have to do.
So many of you have dogs who catch things with their feet instead of their mouths. Now, who has a dog that goes fishing?
Can you spot the smelt in this photo?
Mmmm … smelt ….
After eating a couple of smelt, Mr. Woo decided they were not the hors d’oeuvre for him. Too salty maybe. However, it did not stop him from catching and playing with them, then leaving them to their last gasps in the sand.
We had a little chat about being wasteful, and starving children in Africa, and not being Dexter, and Woo retorted that he was merely feeding the local fauna.
And sure enough, when I turned around, I saw we were being stalked by birds of all kinds.
It took them no time at all to figure out that it was easier to let Wootie catch them than do it themselves. It was starting to get a little “The Birds” so I broke out the Chuck It and a game of ball to shoo them away.
“Hrrrmmm … you claim to have thrown it, yet I see nothing.”
“OOOHHH! There it is! ONMYWAY!!”
Mr. Woo was distracted from smelt fishing by the allure of chasing Piper (under Sport’s careful supervision, naturally)
1) Grab neck 2) pull 3) force Piper to make Googly Eyes:
Until she wallops you with a roundhouse and sends you – literally – flying!
Tweed waits patiently while I take pictures of the hooligans.
And he is VERY happy when the attention is finally on him.
Sport kept an eye on everyone, like the good Warlord that he is.
After a couple hours, I noticed that the water level was rising on my boots, and it was time to head back. We ran into this fellow, who was apparently a puppy. This photo was taken a millisecond before Sport tried to beat the shit out of this enormous puppy. If you look closely, you can see his Mad Teeth ™!
What a jerk!
Fortunately, Sport is all snap and no damage, and the giant puppy ran off into the sunset (yeah okay, it was 2pm – semantics people!!) with a puppy pal.
When we reached the shore (??) Tweed did something he NEVER does. He *played* with a random dog.
Oh … hai! How YOU doin’??
Sport is having a darn good time. We stopped at the vet to refill his prednisone and everyone was so happy to see him look so happy!
Yesterday’s Critical Mass:
Joelene stayed home. This time Alfie was my faithful steed. I have a serious crush on my roadie!