Speaking of plunges... that weird disc was up in the sky again. It is very baffling, but it makes things warm and so dog and man followed one of the urban trails to the beach
where chowprovider duly if feebly tossed sticks into the bay. (One advantage to an 'oshin' is that wherever a left arm aims the stick will fall somewhere into the water.)
Then we walked home with stops here and there to play with fellow doggies.
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