A sheltered spot by the rocks was found and the blanket laid on the sand. Time to rest the feet, pour the tea and tuck into the picnic goodies. Out of nowhere came the sense that we were being watched. Closely. Very closely.
Craning one’s neck to the rock that towered above us, it wasn’t difficult to guess just who might be eyeing our lunch.
Talk about predictable. As you can see from his coat, he is all fresh from a dip in the salt water.
Not content with just the saltwater, The Hound then goes digging for treasure, spraying sand everywhere. He really knows how to have fun.
Have fun this Wednesday, MM 🍀