A Tanker...and More Dogs

Every now and then we'd see a shadow in the corner of our eye; it was a tanker or cruise ship exiting the harbor a hundred yards south of us.

It was on its way to...who knows where?

Then Felicia would go back to her magazine, and another dog would walk by.

And another and another. The parade began at daylight. It was another great day at the beach.
Till tomorrow,
Love, Maia