my parents' dog, layla, especially loves the beach. maybe, even, as much as i do.
she sometimes waits patiently for the ball to be thrown. but most times she plonks it down about 10 feet away from where you are standing and just barks until you walk over and get it. she knows who's boss.
leaving the beach is always hard. the other day we forgot layla and had to go back. she had found some
i also love watching dogs get bathed. it's all soapy soggy hairy doggy goodness.
i am pretty sure that layla doesn't like this part as much as i do.
well, maybe she does just a little.