What it is about "the beach" that makes the monkey-people go so gaga? I don't get it. It is an almost uniformly odorless, lifeless stretch of finely ground up rocks baked by the sun to a temperature that makes fur (glorious fur!) all but superfluous. I just hate it. If there hadn't been an open bag of bone marrow treats on the other side of that log (above), I might not have raised my head out of my little patch of shade at all that day.
Hallie
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You know, Hallie, my monkey-person has dragged me to beaches all over the country, and I, too, don't get it! What's the fascination with an expanse of annoying, gritty soil and water you can't even drink? So there's some smelly dead fish and some life forms I hear are called crustaceans, and a bunch of very noisy birds. Big deal! There's not even a good, shady, cool place to lie down. Beaches are strictly bummers in my book.
Cleo, your Beta friend
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