Go Chiefs! |
Low tide and early morning sun = reflections! |
I will of course be singing a different tune next weekend if the final ends up being between MY Sharks and Carol’s Chiefs .... could be an interesting test of our friendship! Neither of us wants the Crusaders or Stormers to be in the final but it’s a big ask for my Sharks after all the traveling they’ve had to do these past few weeks. Jet lag is a nasty beast.
Sam could give those Chiefs players some tips on how to get the ball out of a ruck and score a try .... he’s an awesome rugby hound. He dribbles the ball along the sand with his nose with such precision and control ... he might be a dumb Aussie but he’s sure learnt how to play THE game!
Bella, Sam and Chocolat with Suzanne and Carol |
Sam .... shaking! |
The hounds ALWAYS swop balls when Carol brings Sam’s rugby ball to the beach. For some reason, Sam prefers my hound’s disemboweled ball. My hound doesn’t mind ... she thinks Sam’s Chiefs rugby ball is pretty cool .... so much so that she’s very reluctant to fetch her own when Bella leaves it out in the waves or in the mud. We need to teach Bella that fetching the rugby ball means bringing it back to us too!
Jellyfish that's been washed up on the beach. |
Yep ... he needs her to fetch the ball! |
She's been teaching Sam how to get this manic look |
Shaking in the water DOESN'T make you drier. |
Fonzi and Nico ... with his grown-up haircut! |
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