She said it was a perfect time to go to the beach ~ our Garrarus ~ ‘cos the tide was full out and I’d be able to run and run and run on the sand. She seemed to be in a bit of a hurry and said something about ‘calm before the storm’ but all I could picture was golden beach, birds and maybe that dotey little madam I was nuzzling out there the other day:
When she was letting me out of the car, she nearly got blown over by a
ferocious fierce gust of wind and I mean FIERCELY FIERCE.
She was all wrong about me having the whole beach to myself. There were monsters everywhere and it was all dark and scary. Just look!
I know I’m a big boy now but I got all shakey and tiny when I saw this black giant comin’ at me:
The birds were all weird as well:
All she could do was take photographs and mutter about how lovely it was and that maybe she’d even go for a swim ~ a WHAT?
Anyway, I thought I should warn you that she’s not herself today. I’m not myself now either but I think she’s downstairs lighting the fire. That should help if I can just get myself onto the rug right in front of it.
What to do about her is another matter. Any ideas?