My thoughts about my life and other things, without any poetry or rhyme.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Last weekend we took our dog, Whiskey, to the dog beach. He was so happy running around on the sand, free of leashes and fences, chasing his ball, splashing in the surf a bit, sniffing other dogs and making friends. He was in dog heaven. Of course, I love that he loves the beach, because, well, I love the beach. It's my favorite place. He's my favorite dog. Okay, he's my only dog. But hey, it's fun to say that I'm going to hang out on the beach with a little Whiskey.