Minnie en la playa.

Minnie wasn't too good this morning, tired and falling over a lot, which is probably as a result of the barbiturates she's taking to prevent the seizures. She's not in pain and is still enjoying food and being brushed and fussed over, and even Buster has stopped bullying her. She loves the beach, and I'd promised to take her again as soon as the weather improved, which it did today, with sun and 23 deg C out of the wind. She had a little potter along the sand and an accidental paddle in the sea (the waves were stronger than I thought and came rushing in), but mostly just sat by the edge of the water facing out to sea, seeming to be in a state of calm meditation enjoying the sun, the salt breeze and the crashing of the waves. Buster did his own thing, racing along the beach and barking furiously at any trespassers - there were quite a few locals enjoying the bank holiday (yes, yet another) as it's Balearic Islands Day.