The Saturday of Memorial Day weekend is the unacknowledged start of the beach season. We had a glorious day for it, sunny and warm, but not humid, a bit breezy. We decided it was a better day for a beach walk than to go to the dog park.
Skye got lots of pets from kids and others, and even got to, sort of, play around with a few dogs, sniff logs, and all those other doggy things, while we looked for shark's teeth, and other things. We didn't find many teeth, though.
Looks like somebody's planning a beach wedding for later.
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