Yesterday afternoon Jimmy began to perk up a little so we packed our toothbrushes and a baggie of kibbles for Andy and drove to Amelia Island for the night. Jimmy sat on the balcony while I went for a walk on the beach. It was late afternoon by the time we got there, and the beach was deserted, so I let Andy off his leash. He can run like a greyhound, and he had a fine old time, streaking across the sand, terrorizing sandpipers, and pouncing at the incoming tide, daring it to dampen his little puppy paws.