No… it’s still monsoon season here in my neck of the woods, but since it’s not looking like we’ll head to the beach for quite some time yet, I thought maybe I’d go to Carolina in my mind/blog. (Apolgies to Mr. Taylor and his song.)
Our trip last fall was painful; Mugsy loved the beach, and going without him just wasn’t the same. Still, with the Knight walking Sissy, I had plenty of chances to pick up some great shells. That might be another post later this summer, because I never photographed most of them, but they’re waiting on me at home.
I cried and laughed when I saw this sandy old tennis ball under the house near the steps, almost assuredly one of Mugsy’s that got left behind on another trip. It was a bittersweet sign that Mugsy remains with us. Interestingly enough, while still-puppy Sissy put EVERYTHING else in her mouth, that ball was never touched.
There’s just something about the beach, particularly the Outer Banks, that just makes everything right with my world. I can’t wait to go back, but until then, I have my memories and my photos!
I also have to thank the Knight for humoring me last night and watching Sweet Home Alabama with me. It’s one of my favorite movies, and I think he enjoyed it too! He especially enjoyed Bryant, the big, mouthy coonhound. (A large hound is always welcome in our home. They are not house ponies.)