A dog plus a sandy beach… what could go wrong?

Dog: Let me off the lead. Sarah: I don’t trust you, dog. Dog: Let me off the lead. Lucy: Don’t trust him… looks at those eyes, their eyes of a misbehaver. Dog: I’ll be good, let me off the lead. Rachel:¬†Guys let him off! He will be good look at him! Rachel begins to snuggle…

Dogs make excellent theives

I see his billowing golden fur from the gate, filling me with hope. The shining mass shakes as he runs towards me. His tongue hangs out loosely, eagerness¬†pushing at his paws. A smile lifts my cheeks and I run to greet his warm, fuzzy self. Drool and fur assault me as I clutch his form…