Bill is back from a short trip away, and with new purchases of look-alike crocs to protect our feet, we were off to Spanish Banks with Black Jack. The tide was in a bit further than yesterday, the water somehow a bit cooler, and the ball unfortunately once more forgotten at home, so we didn't wade for very long.We met a beautiful Newfoundland dog named Oscar. He was only ten months old and very well behaved. Black Jack was impressed..
...okay, not so much.
Oscar even agreed not to look at her, but she wasn't succumbing to his, in my opinion, irresistible charm.
I thought he deserved his own solo shoot, and he politely obliged. What a sweetheart!
Black Jack, in the meantime, found a way to lengthen her neck by at least a couple of feet.
She wasn't staring at this procession, but I definitely thought the doggie in the basket was worthy of a glance or three. I also thought it deserved to be promoted to the front position, and I'm fairly certain it agreed with me.
Meanwhile, Black Jack and Bill were exploring the rocks. There were a lot of missing-dog photos like this. Bill tried to help me out when he could.
Once in a while, I got lucky..
..and captured her crazed passion for rock clambering (even if focus suffered a bit).
Another missing-dog shot, but check out Bill's crocs. He was almost as at home on the rocks as Black Jack.
Back at Jericho, Bill pointed out these crows. They were ruffled and a bit grouchy but I liked them.
After supper, we watched seagulls coming in at the fishing wharf.
This one granted me a "landing gear down" photo that I enjoyed.
The final photo of the day was of this juvenile.
Another good walk. It may have to do for a few days. There is much needed rain in the forecast, and while it is appreciated, it definitely dampens Black Jack's enthusiasm for outdoor adventures.