About a month ago, I went up to Oregon to visit my parents for a week. We went on hikes about every other day, and I got plenty of good pictures, but some of my favorites were from our trips to the beach. It's not often that I get to take pictures of dogs running around outside the confines of the dog park back home in Tempe.
My parents have a 10-year-old Schnauzer named Louie.
Skippy does her best to get him to play, which only sometimes works. She resorts to scaring him enough that he runs away, and then she gives chase.
We came across a couple throwing a ball into the waves for their pair of German Shorthaired Pointers.
As is her habit, Skippy stole their ball and ran away into the dune grasses. She quickly lost interest when the other dogs didn't start chasing her, though, and I was able to give the ball back.
One beach had a small stream crossing it which was a little too deep for Louie. Dad had to carry him across...
...both ways. By this time, he'd gotten a little wet, probably after Skippy chased him into the water. He looked like a limp dishrag.