Wednesday, March 2, 2016
At the dog beach
I know, I know, a few hours ago I whined posted that I didn't have anything to share. Going to the stretch of Huntington Beach designated for dogs changed my outlook. (Oh, yeah. I'm at the coast.)
As I was sitting on the rocks, enjoying the day, a big, shaggy, dripping wet dog came over to say Hi. Then he happily rubbed himself all over my pants legs. That's what I get for not wearing shorts. Arf.
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All doggie wanted to say, ' I'm happy, I'm having so much fun & so could you if you jumped into the waves !! '
ReplyDeleteThe USA is going to the dogs, both literary and figuratively.
ReplyDeleteIt might be an improvement.
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