Greetings from the Hermit Writer.
Look who got to go to the dog beach. Woop woop.
There was lots of tennis ball throwing.
Belle says, 'Throw it! Throw it!'
'Why are you pointing that thing at me?'
Old Molly watched the fun and just soaked.
Of course Sissy hardly ever slowed down.
'This is my fast.'
Belle: 'Throw it. Throw it!'
You meet the nicest people at the dog beach.
Layla waiting for Belle to come back.
Sissy played hard with Tank.
Lucy isn't for chasing the ball...in the water. Meh.
I like Layla's hat.
A couple neighbors disinterested in all the frolicking.
A rare moment unmolested.
Charge!
Did you know piddies can't swim? Too much muscle mass I think. They imitate rocks.
So she ran along the shore.
'Ah, guys. Come back.'
'Please. Come back.'
'Why do they go out there?'
This is how you ensure you get on my blog.
Sweet, sweet Molly did a lot of soaking. No running.
Across the channel.
Two happy pups.
Lucy made a freind.