But on the other side...

Our place in Amelia Plantation is a third floor condominium overlooking the beach, and because we find the water so irresistible, the other side, the "street side," is largely ignored. But today Andy and I chose that route for our early morning constitutional. (Jimmy was still in bed, sleeping off a "book binge"; he's re-reading Herman Wouk's War and Remembrance, and was thus engrossed until the wee hours. Not that he needs an excuse: he always has been a world class sleeper.)

Shady green paths under a thick sinuous canopy of wind-pruned branches, and songbirds trilling their little hearts out made the other side almost as fun as the beach. Andy was beside himself, and it's a wonder he didn't break his neck, pulling so hard on his leash when tantalized by a provocative squirrel or someone riding by on a bicycle. Twice he had to be jerked back, to keep him from rolling in something delightfully (to him) foul-smelling. Such are the joys of dogdom.