i've got sand in my shoes

Left on her own-as if she didn't have at least two sets of eyes watching her- Ophie was quick to find the beach. At first it was the strange hissing of the waves that drew her close, but she was soon distracted by a lovely wet patch of sand to roll in. Like an upturned turtle she tossed herself this way and that, smothering the turquoise on her back beneath a thick, and slimy layer of sand. In the distance a magpie squawked in amusement, as a white and orange blur watched on in horror, but Ophie was too wrapped up in her mucky mess to even notice them. She rolled onto her belly, legs extending out in all directions as the sun dried out her sandy cloak. What a mess she'd made of herself and in such short time too, but she was happy and that's all a pup ought to be really.