Even though Linda's dogs are 'free range' dogs they still accompany us on our beach walks. Sometimes, because of some wanton behavior we feel the need to pretend we don't know them; however, that always seems to end in the miscreants happily bounding up to us.
Now one might think of a beach as barren sand and rock, but that is far from the truth. All sorts of denizens of the deep die and repose in various stages of decay on the beach. The dead population is refreshed by a twice daily high tide. I have so far spared my gentle readers 3.5 meg pictures of these graphic nature shots... and the vultures feeding rambunctiously.... and the enthusiastic canine investigations of same.
Scenery is wasted on dogs:
Today the dogs had their interest peaked more by wild goats. A mother and two kids, separated from the herd, proved to be an irresistible sport - at least until the mother goat gained the high ground on a small knoll and turned to face her antagonists. The dogs conferred ever so briefly and decided life was better back on the beach.
During a second goat encounter Barney (the ugly one) surprised himself when he caught a young kid. Of course De Anne insisted I '''do something''. I demurred pointing out they were on a cliff 200 yards east and 100 feet up. Since Barney did not understand the concept of prey and the next logical step he wandered away and the kid rejoined it's distraught mother. Both most likely in need of long-term counseling.
The cute little tan dog, Bailey, is the smart one. Pepe, the black dog, is sadly the stupidest mutt in the world. He chases cars and runs head first into trash cans that have been in the same place for years.
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