The Calibogue Cairn

Since the Dughallmor Beagles have a fancy location title in front of their names, I thought I'd do the same! The Calibogue (Cal-e-bogie) Sound is on one side of the Island, but it has a nice ring to it, right?

And like my beloved Rosie and the rest of the Dughallmor gang, here are some new photos from my romp on the beach this morning. 

This big tree washed in a few days ago. Most of the time, it's been high tide when we've been down on the beach and the tree looks like a shipwreck. But today we could really explore it.

And like the Dughallmor beagles' photographer, Mommy just used the camera on her cell phone.

Don't you like the artsy fartsy angles? The juxtaposition of the tree branches and the incoming tidal pools? (Yeah right, Mommy!)

A study in horizontal lines....(yawn, just throw the tennis ball already! Can you find it in the photo? How else do you think she gets me to focus so intensely?

Between the branches....
Since I like giving you tours of my neighborhood in Manhattan, I thought I'd do the same here. The beach is mostly wide and flat, with soft gray sand. However, there are bands of tiny shells like these...

Hey! Here's something interesting! I wonder if it's that star I was wishing upon last night?

My Rosie Posie and my bestest pal Eric are right across this big puddle. I wonder if I could swim there? Maybe if I bark, they'll hear me!

Hey now this is some strange looking dog. I wonder where it's feet are? And that's some serious grooming! Did Lacie attack it with her patented Furminator(R)? I dropped my awesome new ball but this doggie didn't seem interested in playing.

Maybe if I sniff its butt...hmmm, interesting. Doesn't smell like any dog I've met before. Mommy stopped me before I could roll in this tantalizing scent...

Well, time for a trike ride, then maybe I'll see if the beach patrol needs my assistance. You never know when a random tennis ball may start drowning...

That's it for now. We had a humongous thunderstorm the other night. A lot louder and brighter than storms in New York. I sat in Mommy's lap and panted a lot so she wouldn't get scared. Then she had to leave and I was all by myself. When Mommy came back a few hours later, she couldn't find me. I was sleeping in Granny's closet. There are no windows in there so I couldn't see any lightning and it smells just a little bit like Granny still. I didn't feel so little and all alone in there. I'm doing a good job of keeping Mommy's face de-salted. And I was rewarded too! A nice neighbor man brought over three tennis balls for me! I am a good doggie!