I should have known when we took him to the beach for the first time when he was 4 months old. He is normally a fun loving yet well behaved lab, but you get him into the sand and some recessive gene takes hold and he goes nuts. It is either chasing kites (no wind, so check back for updates from future beach trips) or digging in the sand. Note, he has never dug a hole in the ground at home - which might explain his penchant for digging when he gets to the beach...
This was then. Mr. Cooper circa 2003.
This is now, circa yesterday.
Gotta dig, gotta dig, gotta dig...
This is kinda scary...
Still gotta dig...
Doin' good! Gotta take a breather though...
Life is good!
Now, once he had the opportunity to dig a hole big enough to trap a Hemi, we decided a little swim was in order. His favorite surf game is fetch, and this weekend was no exception...
Coming back with a little salt water in the eyes.
Yes, he is in here some where (center, above first wave you can see bit of his tail).
Coming up with the stick.
Riding the waves in...
All in all, a great day at the beach. Mr. Cooper had to stop and pose for a "normal" picture.
Back home, well, you know the story. It's lights out for a few days!
Dreaming of the sand, he even smiles in his sleep...
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