Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
30 October 2014
No coyotes here.
Once the weather changes, we like to go down to the beach more. We hurry out of work to get there while the sun is still a little bit in the sky. It's low, but it's there.
Not so many people now. No hot dog leftovers. Just a lot of beach.
These 3 are a wild bunch together. Ruby has to sit out some beach trips because I worry she'll get run down. She doesn't mind. There's a chewie for her in the car.
If we can get there before the sun goes down, there is a lot of this.
Then this happens, and we walk up in the dark.
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Banksy's ears are something else
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