Olive the whippet is back from her first ever trip to the beach. She is too young and too irresponsible to have her own iPhone, so in lieu of selfies, I have recorded her week's holiday at the beach, here, in pics ...
Nervous anticipation as Olive travels from home atop her beanbag chariot.
First sea breeze. First time balancing on a sea wall. First beachy photo.
Looking like a drowned rat after our first dip. It was meant to be a paddle but the water at the beach doesn't stay puddley-shallow all the way out. Who knew?
Meeting Sunshine, a groodle (golden retriever poodle) with as little brain and as much heart and exuberance as a whippet.
Sunshine
Braving the surf beach ...
Exhausted at the end of a day of adventure.
Boardwalk fashion (not to be confused with catwalk fashion).
Sporting the surfy dog look ...
And the windswept look ...
Cuddling up with a friend found in our holiday house.
New friend Bean (as in full of beans), a five-month-old kelpie-poodle (A koodle ... a keddle ... a poopie? Who knows?). She was clean and shiny before Olive took her for a rumble in the sand.
Teaching Bean to sit and wait politely for a treat from Kate's pocket.
Exhausted. Sleeping all the way home.