Today was one of our infrequent hikes out to Witty's Lagoon, out Metchosin way. Although one of our more fun (and strenuous) walks, both humans and dogs always have something to look forward to when we go there. The dogs enjoy running on the beach (although they didn't get much chance to do that today because the tide was pretty high while we were there); and the humans look forward to breakfast at the My Chosen Cafe—an establishment whose potato pancakes are to die for.
On the way down to the lagoon, Zack managed a detour into the swampy backwaters of the lagoon, totally underestimating what was solid ground and what wasn't. I was hard-pressed to make a decision between snapping a picture of him as he tried to get back onto the bank (there's nothing quite so pitiful as a drenched Silky), or helping him out of his predicament. Alas, I have no picture of the dripping pooch—so you know what my decision was! His inadvertent ducking didn't seem to upset him at all, and he was back tearing up and down the trail immediately.
One of the challenges we ALL had was keeping canine snouts out of the rather spectacular mounds of bear poop that we encountered along the trail. The bear had obviously been having a fine time in a nearby orchard, as the droppings were heavily weighted towards apple chunks vis-à-vis percentage content of biomass!
Switch tippy-toes through the surf.
Where's Waldo? No, it's Where's Zack!
Zack inhales the best aromas the beach has to offer.
It's MY stick now!
Zack explores.
And so does Abby.
A stylized image of Abby strolling on the beach.
Pecos tries to herd a band of border collies.
Hana gets her feet wet.
The Silkies explore the beach.
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