The Reluctant Adventures of Captain Hastings the Boat Dog
Hastings Explores the Sandbars, Beaches and Trails of Powell Cay
Powell Cay Sandbar |
My parents are the worst, as I'm sure you know. They have a word that could mean torture or fun. This word encompasses everything from "trips to the vet" to "paddle boarding on a death trap". So when they say "adventure", I can only hope they mean "cheeseburger" and not "5 days at sea".
In some ways I was relieved when they pulled up to an uninhabited island. No vet here! But then I sniffed the air and smelled only healthy nature. No snack shop for this poor downtrodden beast. Sigh.
"Let's go on an adventure" they said. "It will be fun", they said. So we dinghyed over to a sandbar and I was bored to tears. The Long Haired Interloper was fascinated by creatures, some dead, some living.
Sand dollar on the sandbar |
Sea Star! |
Bored due to boring boredom. |
"Let's go an adventure" they said. "You'll like this one!" they said. I hesitated. I could stay home, enjoy the breeze, and search for hidden food while these two have their own adventure..... but my leadership drive kicked in, and I reluctantly joined them.
"Beach trail" Ahh, next to cheeseburgers a wooded trail is the best adventure a dog could ask for!
Ocean Beach trail! I love to blaze a trail! |
Blazing the trail |
Beach #1,037 |
The LHI is headed into a hobbit hole....is this a good idea? |
It's a jungle! |
Hermit Crab! |
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Poor Hastings. Beaches are so hot and sandy. Totally unsuitable for a dog of your caliber.
ReplyDeleteAnd no jerky snacks either!
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