Beach Babe

We are about an hour drive north of Galveston Island.

(CUE: Glen Campbell's song "Galveston, Oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing....")

Galveston was Watson first adventure to a beach.

She loved the feel of the sand between her toes, the wind ruffling her hair, the seagulls squawking, and she especially loved the sand pipers scurrying across the sand.

She didn't swim, but she loved getting in the water and loping in the waves.

She loved slurping up the salty sea water - which led to disastrous events later. (I won't embarrass her by giving you details.)



She excelled at digging and rolling in the sand.

It was a successful day for Watson because she got to make a mess, and then bring it into the car. Back home it was then followed by more water in a bath.

We had fun watching her joy. And a tired dog is a good dog.