Control

Get a stick and a beach, along with a pack of beautiful dogs and you get one of two things: Chaos or control. Today, JL got the latter with this lot. Albie kept spring up and down like an excited child on Christmas morning, easily clearing the other dogs. Then, once the stick has left JL's hand, it's all on.

Cousteau (he of the long legs) is usually the first to get to the stick; he then runs around and does a few victory laps before retiring to a safe distance to chomp on his ill-gotten gains.

It takes some persuasion to get him to give us the stick to throw again.

All good fun.

A quiet afternoon followed our beach walk. Off to the post office to post my Big Sis' birthday pressie.

~Barking~