“Tan Yer Hide in Oceanside” Dept. (continuing)
“Son,” Spike explaineth to Tyke that rather pleasant mid-morning on a Clothing Optional Beach Not Otherwise Mentioned in Oceanside Tourist Literature (at least the officially-approved sort), “isn’t this rather wonderful that we could have a serious day out without that cat and mouse pair annoying us?”
“I’d have to say so, Pop” was how Tyke, the doting son, responded.
And what couldn’t have been better than a more conventional beach blanket (even if such was likely repurposed from the original owners, perhaps even such of these canines) brought along with a cooler of fruit-infused seltzer waters, sparkling iced tea, ham-and-Swiss sandwiches generously stacked on soft deli rolls (for luncheon), a spritzer bottle of distilled water and cheap perfume (to keep cool as if the old surf-bathing wasn’t adequate enow) ... and the pair just wearing only themselves in the name of “Tan Yer Hide in Oceanside.”
And from what Your Correspondent understands, Tyke enjoys some serious surf-bathing (and then some), much to the delight of others (especially when the return to shore is underwater, thereby making things more interesting). Which, for both, manages to avoid any serious singeing of their fur in the hot sun complicated by equally hot sand.
What more could a father-and-son duet ask for on the beach?
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