Never fear, Trey is here.
See him ? Down at the bottom of that cliff.
|No idea what Wendy thinks of Trey's antics.|
Here he comes.
|My guess is, she thinks he's an idiot.|
Carrying a log.
Carrying a full-sized log.
Up. A. Cliff.
I had set off on today's walk without a ball, stick or toy. I hoped we might just WALK on our WALK. Trey had other ideas and set off down the cliff, as he's learned that the ocean tosses out some pretty awesome "sticks".
He insisted on carting his new-found "stick" on our entire walk in hope that I might throw it for him.
Like I said ... "Trey's an idiot. A log-loving idiot."
But he's MY log-loving idiot and I wouldn't have him any other way.