Monday, January 12, 2009

Born To Be A Beach Dog

We took Jet to Anderson Island and he didn't want to go home.

He ran all crazy like. He chased pinecones, carried sticks that were bigger than him, shivered at the sound of coyotes, and explored every inch of the beach.

Oh, and then he jumped in, in January.

Needless to say, our little dog with no hair had to head to the cabin for a hot shower.


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