Calamity Cove

If I had a better camera, this photo would have been amazing. It's still fun, though.

Hanzo is quite happy to laze around in the yard like a very large, slobbery cat as long as the sun is out, but the moment it dips behind the house, he runs into the living room and sits on the couch, staring out at the part of the world which still has sunshine–and regretfully, no fence. Briar basically does whatever Hanzo does because she’s a tagalong little sister.

Today, at Hanzo’s insistence, we brought them to the beach, where we got some neat action shots and one amusing video.

While Briar fetches sticks from the water, Hanzo prefers to destroy them on shore.

When Briar runs through waves, she bounces out of the water as if it's a trampoline.

Hanzo and Briar, companionably chomping on the same stick as they head for shore.

Usually Hanzo tries to steal the stick, but the water there was deeper than he expected, so I think he was paying more attention to whether his paws were hitting solid ground and less to whether he was winning the tug-o’-war. He doesn’t know how to swim yet, but I think he may be her equal once he learns. He’s used to always losing every race because her back legs are normal. For now, Briar is a surprisingly good sport about letting her broken-legged buddy have the stick for a few minutes so he can pretend to win–especially when you consider how obsessive she gets over the stick.

Seriously, she will only have ONE STICK per day. When I first get to the beach, I choose a selection of sticks that I think can stand up to her jaws, that will float, and that I think I can throw without hurting my arm. Then I let her choose one, and once she’s made her choice, just you try and get her to pick a different stick. Watch!