There's no doubt about it .... I'm an addict!

“I’m trying to be awesome today ..... but I’m EXHAUSTED from being so  FREAKIN’ awesome yesterday!” 

~ courtesy of the ‘Fight like a Girl Club’ on Facebook.

Even when tiredness overwhelms me I STILL have to ramble.  It’s an obsession .... like a drug.  Each and every day is improved when I’ve greeted the sun and let the waves wash over my feet.

There’s no doubt about it ... I’m an addict.

Addicted to the sun .... addicted to the waves .... addicted to my hound .... addicted to the breath-taking vista that surrounds me.  I can think of no BETTER addiction to have!

Early morning mist creeping over the bridge

I think most people have addictions though they might not always see it as such.  My friend Carol, for example, is very much addicted to exercise. Despite having a bruised and battered bottom she STILL participated in TWO gym classes last night and is heading off to participate in a half-marathon this weekend.  Her boundless energy leaves me feeling exhausted ... how on earth does Pete keep up? 

They say hounds take after their humans.  That would explain Sam’s never-ending enthusiasm to chase down a rugby ball and race up and down the beach. One more throw of that ball is NEVER enough for him.  He’s JUST as addicted to exercise as his human .... and just as whacky!

Mondo trying to get her ball .... she won't give it up though so he pinched Sam's instead.

Whilst we sit on the steps soaking up the autumn sunshine they dig ginormous trenches in the sand to bury their balls in.  They always attract a bit of an audience as they dig trench after trench after trench.  They both do the manic hound look quite well .... ears flailing back .... eyes rolling .... teeth bared ... minds intently focused on moving as much sand as they can.

Every now and again another hound will arrive on the beach and the hound .... the chocolate one that is .... will bound over to greet and meet the newcomer.  She races over at full gallop which is rather intimidating to the hound in question as she’s no small Labrador.  She’s got the run down pat though and pulls herself up with inches to spare as she sprays sand all over the hound she’s greeting.  I have a feeling the spraying of sand is intentional.

Sometimes she takes the ball with her.  Other times she leaves it in the sand.  Much to our amusement today, Sam got quite protective about the balls.  He looked to see WHERE she’d left her ball then picked his up and dropped it next to hers .... then he stood watch over the balls until she returned.

He’s so protective of that chocolate hound and her ball.

It was suggested to us today by a fellow rambler that our hounds OWN the beach .... and the more I think about it, the more I’m sure they DO.  

Sam's put his ball down where hers is so he can look after it until she returns.

This is THEIR beach .... enter at your peril!