Change Is Hard

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A man and his dog

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A walk on the beach with a dog.

A walk on the beach with a dog.

While I was away sitting the cat I walked the beach every day. Lucky me. On my last full day I wandered south to a point where I enjoyed small waves washing over large rocks. Sometimes I’d look back the way I’d come because the sun on the water was pretty nice.

And then I noticed them. A man walking his dog on the beach. The dog was having fun trying to pull a stick out of the dune. They were quite far from me, even using my zoom lens, so most of the rest of these photos are cropped.

"I want this stick Dad!"

“I want this stick Dad!”

The dog wanted that big stick real bad. He pulled and pulled but just couldn’t get it loose. So his Dad gave him a hand.

Thanks Dad!

Thanks Dad!

Turns out it’s a huge stick! Way bigger than he was! But what a stick! So much fun to run with it!

Mine mine mine mine mine!

Mine mine mine mine mine!

Along the way the dog enticed his Dad to play. And it usually worked.

Tug!  It's a wonderful game!

Tug! It’s a wonderful game!

But most fun of all was running triumphantly down the beach with his stick.

This is the jackpot of sticks!

This is the jackpot of sticks!

They were moving toward me, I was walking toward them, shooting picture after picture.

Try to keep up Dad!

Try to keep up Dad!

Finally we met, on the beach in front of the house where I was staying. I got to talk to the man and admire his dog. The dog kept playing with the stick. He was a very very happy dog.

No time to talk lady!

No time to talk lady!

And then the two of them wandered past me down the beach, stopping to play at the edge of the water.

Having fun in a beautiful place.

Having fun in a beautiful place.

It was so much fun to watch them.

Come on Dad!

Come on Dad!

And it made me realize it was time to go home to my own Katie-girl.

Moving along.

Moving along.

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Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

11 thoughts on “A man and his dog

  1. love how dogs never seem to have a sense how big something is – especially when it I something they want to play with 🙂

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    • He was determined he was going to get that stick out of the dune. And then determined he was taking it with him! Wonder how the Dad got him to leave it…and where…on the beach when their walk was done!

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  2. You can tell a big story with these cool pics. When I was little I dragged big sticks like that BOL
    Lily (& Edward)

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  3. I so miss walking on the beach with Miss Sadie and the Cowboy. But it was a joy to see this! What a happy dog.

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    • I’m sure you do. It’s sad that you haven’t been able to for such a long time. But your reunion with Miss Sadie will be special. And I guess the Cowboy will always be there when you’re out on the beach, because you would never leave him behind in your heart.

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  4. Yup, we REALLY miss ’em when we’re away from ’em! Beautiful love story well told here, Dawn.

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  5. Love this dog story! The bigger the stick the better, right?

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