Just another Winter Wednesday on the shore...
"Hey Phyllis," says Joani, " Graham's slowing down, he's getting old, he may be on his last legs. He needs a party!"
"Let's invite Ruby, Millie, Mocha, Lulu, Lila and Jezabel to play," says Phyllis. "It's a beautiful day, come on over."
Two hours later seven dogs are romping in ribbons and hats, proud owners are sipping plonk and nibbling cupcakes. On February 1st-- outside, at the picnic table on the bay. Graham, noble Airedale and guest of honor, is sniffing butts and having a grand old time.
Two things you will always be asked on the shore: How did you find this place? What kind of dog do you have?
Two things you'll never be asked: What do you do for a living? Who did you used to be?