To Have and To Hold

The beach is littered with all kinds of interesting junk. Shells, rocks, wood, beer cans, seaweed ... any number of things worth investigating by a dog. And carrying. There was a lot of carrying going on especially since the tide was out and there was a glut of junk to sift through. They never did get their teeth into one of these and that was, in my opinion, supremely fortunate. Shudder.

I handed Raimi a piece of driftwood which Leeloo immediately decided was hers and they had a tug of war until the wood split and they each proudly carried around a chunk of salty wood.

Halo found her own piece of wood and dammit she carried that thing for ages. Any dog who came near got a curled lip and a low rumble. I even checked to make sure it was not stuck or something because she just would not put it down. She looks like she could be in one of those Toblerone commercials.

And of course Archer, never to be upstaged, found his own thing to carry. My mom calls it a razor shell but I call it "Don't eat that!"