Please forgive this besotted author if the tompostpile seems to have entered an “All Puppy All the Time!” phase.
Our hearts have been stolen by five pounds of little dog.
I hadn’t known that “puppy” is from the French word for doll: “poupée”.
You learn something new every day.
We’ve learned that she likes the beach.
She’s curious about everything, including the camera.
The beach is a place to run.
A place to leap.
A place to dig.
What’s in there?
The beach is a glorious place.
There are flats, and there are also steep grades to navigate.
She was as cheerful to leave the beach as to arrive.
On the way back to the truck, unable to resist the siren song of the saltmarsh, she suddenly leapt off the edge and fell two feet onto the soft mats of spartina grass.
She was startled, but her four feet felt fine.
So she sniffed around in delighted, expanding circles.
To my insensitive human nose the the saltmarsh is an enticing song of smells.
For Coquina, those scents must seem a symphony.