By Sally Lewer Ahern
Like cookie cutter indents, dog paw prints on the beach skitter every which way. Large, small, and in-between prints in erratic circles indicate doggy games. It’s zany, unfettered joy, a game of canine ‘chasey.’ They claw the malleable sand recklessly, digging holes and flinging sand helter-skelter.
They don’t give a toss about sticky sand on their snouts, or that they’ll be banished outside when they get home. That’s all in the future. This is here and now. They’re living in the moment, and they’ve got it down pat. A quick swim to cool off, a woof, or two, at a seagull – real, or imagined - and then it’s the vigorous body shake, the flinging of a sticky mix of sea and sand.
Finally, a tired canine sidles up to his human, his long, pink tongue lolling floppily from his mouth.
He’s pooped, but his face says it was all worth it.
Like cookie cutter indents, dog paw prints on the beach skitter every which way. Large, small, and in-between prints in erratic circles indicate doggy games. It’s zany, unfettered joy, a game of canine ‘chasey.’ They claw the malleable sand recklessly, digging holes and flinging sand helter-skelter.
They don’t give a toss about sticky sand on their snouts, or that they’ll be banished outside when they get home. That’s all in the future. This is here and now. They’re living in the moment, and they’ve got it down pat. A quick swim to cool off, a woof, or two, at a seagull – real, or imagined - and then it’s the vigorous body shake, the flinging of a sticky mix of sea and sand.
Finally, a tired canine sidles up to his human, his long, pink tongue lolling floppily from his mouth.
He’s pooped, but his face says it was all worth it.