Thanks to Sarah, I had a ball with my new "swing and fling" toy. Unfortunately, the toy worked too well and landed in the water. And much as I loved it, I couldn't bring myself to dive in, given the freezing wind and water. I know I'm a working dog and all, but I do have some sense.
The storm itself was "much ado about nothing" here, but the surf--and the light--took my breath away.
They say a picture = 1,000 words.
Take a gander at my tail vs. the tail of an older portie I was lucky enough to run into this weekend.
As you can see from this image from late May, I was able to improvise my very own sandy bed.
Needless to say, it was divine. But the effort sure did tucker me out.
I don't mean to brag, but it's been said we're the best looking guys in the city...In any case, here's my pal Thunder looking mighty fine if I do say.
Naturally, he's guarding his our stick.
