About midday I stole Coquina and went to the beach.
Because on a day like this how can you not?
After a good walk, on the way home we were approaching the Crab Creek flats.
Coquina went and poked about in the shallow water.
I called her, and after a moment she decided to come.
She’d rather go over a puddle than through it.
She looks good in the air.
Sets her landing gear.
If she were a big jet, you’d see a puff of smoke from her tires.
But she’s a dog… so all you get is a little pawsplash.
Here she is!
“Excuse me while I head to the terminal”….