Dog at the Beach
Last night I watched a man and woman walking along the beach with a black dog. It was late in the evening and the life guard's duty was finished for the day. The dog wasn't on a leash.
He ran free but always stayed near his people. The man would throw something and the dog would race to fetch it. We are on the fourth floor here and it's too far away to see small details.
I saw that the dog really enjoyed racing back and forth. And then on the way back, I watched the dog dig a hole in the sand. His front paws were vigorously clawing and the sand was flying. He would pause briefly and then dig in again. He dug for a while from one side, then moved to the opposite side and worked from another angle.
What a perfect place for a dog to dig a hole, I thought. Dogs really love to dig holes and we're forever telling them to stop it. But digging in the sand has to be OK. Whatever hole they would make would be filled in again with the action of the tides. By morning, there wouldn't be a hole. I was wishing I could have Rusty at the beach and let him run and dig a hole.
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