At 25 of the 60/70 some odd miles in on the National Seashore (Padre Island near Corpus) I didn't expect to see so many tire prints. While vehicles didn't hum by continuously, there was a fair amount of traffic. Mostly trucks with customized fishing rod holders and kayak racks. The wind wasn't blowing sand (even into my sealed Yeti tumbler) so it was a perfect day at the coast. Except for one unfortunate turn of events. My dog. My dog Max cheats at Bocce Ball. And to make matters worse, he doesn't "play" for my team. He is a blatant and unrepentant scoundrel. He attached my balls with glee costing me several rounds!
He's two full months short of his first birthday and shows every indication of maturing in to a fine dog.
See what I mean about fish in the water ...
I don't like the idea of fish everywhere as much as sharks do (like the idea of fish everywhere).
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Max is a beauty!
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