You have to understand - the beach may look like one big litter box to the cats, but to me, its a constant head out the open window of the car. There's breezes bringing weird smells, birds to chase, crabs to dig up and all sorts of fun stuff - and that doesn't even count the SWIMMING. It was too cold to swim this time, though.
Not only that, its a rockin' place to dig a hole and nap.
We had a blast there - though my sister Barley doesn't seem as beach going as I am.
Poor thing.
Barley says, "Hello, Dahlings... Have you seen a cabana boy about? I need my umberella set up."
Barley:My Mum says dogs aren't allowed on the beach here.
Baxter:I heard my Mum say that too.
Baxter:Good thing we aren't dogs.
Barley:Yeah. Rotten for them, though.
One of my favorite games is tag between Nana and Mum - see how fast I am???
Peace, my hommies! Don't forget the sunscreen!
1 comment:
Oh! fast fast puppeh! You are so fleet of four feets and stylin'! Good thing you *aren't* a dog, but indeed a Dawg! And a Dawg of privilege!
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