Dog joy

Phoebe, our yorkshire terrier, knows no fear.  On our evening walks on the beach she has no problem swimming out a ways  to examine some flotsam or other.  Tonight, much to the consternation of a very seasoned fisherman, she decided to fetch his net back to shore.  Thank goodness Vic got to her before she could snatch the net.  The fisherman with a frown quickly drew his net to shore to avoid the dog mischief. Darn tourists.   Throwing things into the water for her to fetch is a great game, but  tonight was a different story. She did her business on the beach. Not wanting to leave it for others to step in, Vic covered with sand then threw it out in the water.  Before he could stand up, she was swimming out to bring it back. Vic had to wade in to stop her. What a hoot. I usually bag it but no bags tonight.   Her biggest joy is chasing any and all birds in her sight. Tonight she decided to pick on a huge wading bird. Running lickity-split with ears flying, her tongue in the wind she got close before the bird flew off with a squawk.  She gets wet and sandy and brings the sand into the truck and the trailer.  But who can deny a little dog her joy.