A River Day

I didn't go to the river last weekend AKA the "hot weekend" (I was entertaining out of towners) but instead waited until this past weekend, which wasn't as sweltering but adequately toasty mind you, to hike into a secluded beach and spend a few hours tanning and swimming.

The dog, though, he's already been in the water this summer—it wasn't, like, his first time. You wouldn't have known it by watching him, though, running around madly, a real Tasmanian river devil, barking and splashing in everyone's faces. His pal Igby—the same. Together, they drove us all crazy, stomping over the clean towels, kicking sand on both people and food, always shaking off gallons of cold water on the most comfortable person—the one who'd really settled into their towel and was almost, almost asleep.

That's the thing about dogs! Always doing dog things. You can't not be happy when you see how happy they are, though. Lefty's a water dog through and through—he was made for river days, and it just somehow wouldn't be right to deny him.

Sunburns, sandy feet, etc.