It was a beautiful day so Mom thought Rosy and I would enjoy a walk on the beach. She reminded me that I cant run into the ocean and Rosy that she cant run after the birds. And off we went. So we got to the beach and walked about a mile. Then of course we had to stop for pictures. But all I could do was longingly look at the surfers and think how lucky they are to be in the ocean. And all Rosy could do was look at the birds and think how lucky they are that she cant catch them and eat them.