Wet dog

Buddy loves the beach so much that he almost ruins it for me. I get no peace at the beach. If I am on the sand, we must play catch. (I almost threw my arm out the day I took this shot). If I swim, he swims after me. He puts holes in floats and is a surfboard hog. He shakes off on my towel. If I take my eye off him, he will (gently) grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of a child’s hand. It’s tedious. I could leave him at home, but I don’t think either of us would be happy. I wish he’d just cut me a little slack.

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