Charlie belongs to my parents and I belong to Charlie. He is my One.True.Love. Charlie knows a good time when he sees it and always knows just when I am in the mood to scratch his ears and cuddle him. He's a very clever dog in this way. These pictures are of the mad thing gleefully playing on our outing to West Wittering beach. It was gorgeously sunny and ferociously windy- which is just how I like it. Each time I squatted to pick up shells, skim stones or take a pic, Charlie saw this as great fun and thought I was poised to play. Hence lots of pictures of him dashing and prancing and generally looking very puppylike despite approaching old age. Then he found a tennis ball.
Life must be great for Charlie creatures.