CERTIFIED BEACH BUMS. All of us.

Even if Mike and I wanted to skip a morning walking the beach, there are two very persistent canines who would make a lazy morning miserable. They know this is part of the daily routine now. I think they love it and I'm pretty sure they dream about it.

Rocco would never jump in the pool at our home in Florida. While he enjoyed laying on the tanning ledge, he absolutely refused to go in and swim (even with our help).

That look says: Leave me alone.

I guess he found his flippers! While the humans and Leo walk the beach, that big Doberman is in and out of the water, swimming and jumping through the surf. He runs way out ahead, turns, and runs all the way back to us. Over and over again.

At the halfway mark (the fence line mentioned in yesterday's post SEE IT HERE), I go for my morning swim. And so does Rocco.

Leo has even started to join us (although he still needs encouragement getting in the water).

We are all getting more exercise than we did before. Even Gizmo the cat!

While Gizmo doesn't go to the beach, he's become somewhat of an escape artist. If the door is open and he feels the Call of the Wild,  he takes off! He's never gone long. It might be 10 minutes later and I see him slinking along in the garden, making a beeline to get back in the loft.

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OFF TOPIC

Early this morning when we were still in bed, I felt something on my neck and quickly brushed it off. There was no time to decide what I thought it might be because Mike started swatting whatever the thing was that I brushed off on him (oops). Suddenly he's up and smacking the wall, beating the floor, yelling and trying to turn the light on.

What the heck?

I hated to do it but had to ask: "What was it?"

Cockroach.

And no, he didn't kill it. 

And no, we never did find it. 

That one, anyway.