THE BEACH!!

Mom and I snuck out at 8 this morning to go have a quick frisbee session on the beach before it got too hot.  Wow, it was great.  I wish we lived here so I could do this everyday.  The sand felt so good as it squeezed between my toes.  I had to smell some things before we could really play.  Something just smelled sublime and I had to sniff it out.  Little dead fish draped along the high tide line.  Yumm.  I sniffed out a good spot and was about to drop my neck onto it, when mom yelled at me.  She doesn't like it when I roll in dead things like that.  Poo on her.  These dead minnowy fish smell so delicious!

YUMM!

I caught some good throws.  I even caught one where I had to run into the surf.  The ocean scares me.  I'll be brave enough to admit it.  All that water and those waves.  The water is so dark and you can't see anything that's in it.  I've seen the stories of shark attacks on the tv - I'm not stupid.  I refuse to be a snack for a shark.  I know I'm awesome, so I must taste good, but, really, I don't want to be eaten.

After the first session, I panted for a while.
It was too hot for 8am.

We came back to the house once mom got too hot.  That didn't take long.  She has a very low threshold for heat.  Then, surprise surprise, we went back again 2 hours later.  It turns out that it didn't really get any hotter.   Mom's camera batteries died just as we got over, so no good pics of me catching the frisbee or the horror of being carried into the ocean.  Every single year mom does this to us; she carries each of us dogs into the water and makes sure we know how to swim.  We always tell her we can, but she won't listen to us.

Off for the second round.

So now we must go eat lunch.  Capt'n Franks hot dog and cheese fries for mom.  If I'm lucky, I'll get a taste.