With today looking like the last 60 degree day until spring, I figured I'd take Roscoe to the beach and let him take on the waves one last time this season.
At first he looked a little disappointed that waves were somewhat dampened by an offshore wind.
|All leashes shall be dogged|
Soon we found a spot where the breakers were a little more competitive.
|Like a shortstop charging a grounder, he faces it head on.|
|And takes a shot to the chin.|
|he applies a retaliatory bite on the sea and sand|
|As the wave retreats to from where it came... Roscoe does the same.|