Beach adventure, part one

Pooka, M. and I fled the city for the Oregon coast two weekends ago. We rented a little house in a little town where the Pook could wander in and out to a nice fenced-in back yard, run wild on the beach by day and sprawl in front of the gas fireplace at night.

In sum, the three of us had a divine time, but the two humans got a real kick out of a few of Pooka's more amusing discoveries. Discovery No. 1: Giant whips of seaweed are really cool! She poked, chased, jumped, dodged and eventually dismembered with her teeth the spikey end of a beached hunk of seaweed. As documented by M: