Our cousin came down with her three Dobermans this weekend. We learned that dogs don't profile according to size. Buddy (middle) flirted his heart out with Honor, even if she was out of his league. Clyde (left) stood on the first landing of the stairs to let his larger relatives know he was there and--well, we don't know what else. The big pups were not impressed.  The big dogs showed the littler one how you play in the water.  The beach was our own for as long as we were there.  (Go figure!)





From July 1, 2012

The Dobies love Jayne, and they had her back at all times. They are devoted rather than needy. (Take note, Clyde.)
From June 30, 2012
From June 30, 2012
From June 30, 2012
The dogs loved the water.  Every now and again, they'd run along to a cyclist or runner as if to say, "Hey, the water's great; come on in."  There were no takers, though.  A couple of aging hippies came along who just kind of watched and appreciated the spectacle of these elegant and powerful animals playing like the kids they are.  The man said, "Those are some uptight dogs you have there," and he smiled.  Another family walked by twice to just to see if they could, I think.
From June 30, 2012
This fellow is loaded with cancer, but our cousin treats him like the king of the world, and he is a gentle, happy dog despite his health.  He is also a pretty darn good swimmer.  
From July 1, 2012
Sunday night, one hum-dinger of a storm blew in and sent pine needles and debris from outer space flying around.  I had  thought I would walk to the beach even though the storm was on its way, but I thought better of making of myself a living example of stupid for my daughter and nephews.  Phew, I thought, as I wiped the pine needles off my face after taking this picture.  The line between good and bad is not always imaginary, as you can see here.  (The dogs were safely home by the time the storm hit, thank goodness.)

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