jamming out

He loved the beach. Every single thing about it, even the way his eyes stung after he went swimming underwater. His mother had been pretty insistent on watching them swim, insisting that they were so small they could easily be swept away, but Cog could see her hanging back by the treeline and basking in the sun. Maybe even closing her eyes for a quick nap... If mother was sleeping, that meant his papa was nearby. She only relaxed enough to nap on "duty" when Bourbon was within barking distance. But for the time being, he was alone! Gloriously alone! Yipping quietly to himself, the wolfdog splashed about in the shallow waters. Although the season was peaking it was still pleasantly warm in the south. Just another day in paradise.