Sharing

Today I turned up my nose at walking around the lake in one of my city's finer zip codes and decided to stick to basics: sun, sand and surf in my own neighborhood. And I invited my best frenemy to join me.

Tasha the Barking Sheltie headed down to the Mighty Mississippi with me. You might think I am a wild one but get a load of this walking hairdo of a dog!

If I had hair like that I'd probably bark more too. Think of how frilly and whirly and swirly Tasha's whole body must feel. Every part of her is blowing in the wind, my friend.

I am more of a close cropped, no fuss no muss kind of guy. A fine coat like Tasha's would trip me up on my adventures and clog up with debris. And I am sure I am more aerodynamic than that furry girl. I don't need any additional turbulence when I head into adventures - I make enough of my own and sure don't need my fur doing it for me. Speaking of adventures, looks like I'm into one now!