Ah, back at the sea after a muggy week spent at home in the Interior. Happily my nan and my cousin Murphy came up to visit so the days passed comfortably--many pats, the occasional furtively attempted-and-aborted hump of Murph, some tasty drinks from that massive dog-bowl connected to the beach. The dog-bowl here on the coast tastes so different! So delicious fish-salty! On an unrelated matter, I barf really a lot down here by the sea. Kooky, no?
A couple pics from the week before this last week. These were old friends of mum and dad's supposedly: they smell roughly the same age, and seem very nice. They brought lots of little people. Love the little people. The rub my belly, marvel at my soft fur as if its spun gold (only brown); wobble around shedding crumbs and snacks. Mobile vending machines, only for free.
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