Walkin' the Dog

We follow our tide calendar avidly, never missing a good low tide morning at the Shores. Out the door at 6AM, with the very minimum amount of bush-sniffing, since we know we're heading directly to the beach. We know that because the human is carrying a ball-chucker and in her pocket are Floppy and Penn. The early summer mornings at Kellogg Park belong to the seagulls. It's their favorite, favorite time. Do they swoop gracefully through the sky, dropping to the sea to snatch up a silvery fish? Well, nooo....

The park is universally popular. With all people and animals, and even with a certain species, which will remain unnamed, that consumes only part of its food and leaves the rest to ripen overnight on concrete altars. Are these offerings to an unknown deity? The only other interpretation is that these food leavers are incredible slobs!
Daisy crosses the grass, her nose alert to the possibility that she may be able to find a throat-piercing chicken bone and get it into her mouth before her human can react. Her head darts out like a snake striking! But her human is alert. "Leave it!!" Finally the sand is reached. Off comes leash. Out comes Floppy. It's time to warm up.
Now, it's time for Penn. The serious running can begin.
The low tide not only creates a huge space for running, but leaves the nicest pools to cool off in. Sometimes you even share your pool with a star!
Penn has adventures in the tidepools. Sometimes we try to get the human to fetch. It's only fair, after all. But she is surprisingly unwilling to run into the ocean for Penn. Go figure!
We survey the scene. We would be happy to stay all day, if only the human would!