Drizzle at the Beach
Mom took me to the beach. Finally! I keep telling her that I don’t mind that it is foggy and drizzly and that the water is freezing cold (60 degrees).
I still love it!
Mom brought a tennis ball. I liked chasing it but didn’t always remember to bring it all the way back. Still, me and my tongue had fun running after it.
Sometimes a tennis ball is a lot like a mouse or a piece of fluff on the floor and requires being pounced upon.
I indulged Mom and posed for her at the end. Okay, maybe I was a little bit tired, but don’t tell her, K?
