We chose to go to windswept and wave-tossed Woodneck Beach.
Coquina cruised by the creek.
You know from the previous post that at a beach, Coquina can go airborne.
These next in-the-air shots are from when we were calling her back and forth between us. It’s a good game. The rule is, we call “Come!” and if she comes, she gets a treat. That’s good fun, and a game she goes at joyfully.
As she tore back and forth, she’d end each leg by plopping down in the sand next to us. Coquina knows that a great place to be, when dealing with a human who wants something, or if you want your human to be nice, is to sit or lie down.
All beach trips eventually are over.
Homeward bound we were.