Life is a day at the beach.
We're so fortunate one's within reach.
Soothing surf and sun's dazzle
heals my nerves that are frazzled,
from the week I've spent trying to teach.
Our plan was to walk to the south,
but the agreement had just left our mouths,
when, though Toby was frisky,
surprise! equines proved risky -
So our walk headed north 'stead of south.
Initially Toby was leashed.
Good manners should never be breached.
But - crisis averted!
The beach is deserted!
The pooch could go walking unleashed.
Horse poo and bird feathers entrance -
Tobester-dog must do his JOY dance!
Digging for crabs!
Sticks up for grabs!
Holy cow! It just makes a dog prance!
with my husband and dog I adore -
well, can that be improved on?
To me it's perfection.
In this life, could one ask for more?