Ozzie and Blake...

…go to the beach…along with Rudy, Dana, Jim, John and me. Peter was our chauffeur.…good practice in  a variety of situations…winding roads with lots of cyclists, the big intersection in  the middle of Sebastopol, three back seat drivers, Blake trying to climb over the back seat into our laps, and Rudy whining to let everybody know that he was there. You have to do something when your legs are only two inches long!

The beach was sunny and clear with a stiff wind blowing. I looked up to see three gulls, flapping as hard as they could and still going backward. We tried taking shelter at the bottom of a big sand dune watching Rudy attempt to make it to the top on his own, but it was more like a wind tunnel. Peter took pity on Rudy and carried him to the top.See last sentence of previous paragraph. I included pictures of Dana and Peter and Rudy contemplating the descent and Rudy enjoying the trip down.

The dogs slept all the way home. Ozzie is still snoring.