George is a dog. I’d call him my dog, but I think he’d dispute that and insist that I am HIS human. Like all dogs, George loves the beach. He also loves people, sometimes a bit too much, as in jumping and hugging and kissing them. Since some people don’t care for this—imagine that!—it’s better for everyone that he be only set loose where he can run and chase birds and smell things and did I mention run? and not usually see people to go make friends with. Our beaches at Abbecombec are ideal for that especially at low tide. Run, George, Run!
