Tuesday.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog left the house on foot and paw at 3-41 p.m.
Up ahead, just down the street, the Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.
Beach Buoy turned at the end of the road, heading in the direction of the beach.
A man passed by quickly on a mobility scooter.
"Alright mate."said the man has he passed.
" Alright there." came Beach Buoy's reply.
Beach Buoy had seen a weak sun on his way back from work.
It was last seen sliding down the sky like a fried egg thrown on a kitchen wall during an argument.
They reached the beach at 3-53 p.m.
Overhead, Gulls flew effortlessly out into the bay.
The breeze came from the south west.
They headed south to Stubborn Dog Stack.
Beach Buoy placed beach gathered stones onto the stack.
"Evening..."
Beach Buoy corrected himself .
"Afternoon Mate."
He patted
THE
stone.
This time next week it would be a touch lighter.
"See you mate "
BEACH BUOY.
