Beach baby

After the morning service Tarla and I jumped in the car and headed to the beach. I wasn’t exactly sure where the dog off leash section began, but as luck would have it, I parked right where it began.
Tarla did well for an old dog, at one point she got pummelled by the waves, but took it in her stride. Then home for a shower before a bone and a long nap (her, not me). She didn’t bother me for an afternoon walk, so I knew she was done in.