Happy Dog

After my really good shiatsu massage, I took the boy along the beach. I decided to throw the stick along the sand, and not let him into the sea. Although it was quite a warm day, the sea would be bitterly cold, and Dimairt is not getting any younger.

He had other ideas, however.

He nipped round the big rock in the middle of the beach, and I found him cooling down in a wee rock pool. I had to laugh.

So much for trying to keep him dry.