{A few glasses of wine and she managed to put the particularly ornery, "bowel fixated" patient out of her mind.} |
After we had sufficiently relaxed, we took on the task of taking Lucy to the beach. Apparently this task requires silly hats and backpack chairs.
Once at the beach, we got our fetch on.
As long as she didn't get distracted by another dog/a pile of seaweed/her own shadow, Lucy was pretty committed to returning the ball.
And we were quite willing to throw it again because...well, she looks hilarious coming and going.
Other canines reveling in the glory that is Dog Beach in late August:
{Ok, maybe they weren't all reveling...he looks kind of scared.} |
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