I'm not a summer person by any means, but there's something about a day at the beach with my fur baby that makes me think summer may not be that bad. It's bad, and don't get me wrong, I hate summer, but when I see her bounding into the waves the only way a dog knows how, my hatred subsides a little. Her enthusiasm as she pushes over my sandcastle and her grumpy face when she falls into the hole she forgot she dug. It's made even better when its paired with a play date with her pug friends Mops and Darth. Here's a little look at our latest beach adventure, and probably the last one of the season, up at Shelley Beach Caloundra.
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