Yesterday Harry spent over an hour playing fetch with a fantastically resilient piece of driftwood.
Contrary to his usual routine, he rarely dropped it for me to throw it again; instead, he kept running across the beach while firmly holding on to it.
He even chased seagulls with the piece of wood between his teeth. Needless to say that the seagulls out-flew him. Poor Harry ended up with sore feet and a small open wound, which I tried to take care of with disinfectant spray, gauze and duct tape. However, he rips off these makeshift bandages to apply his own miracle ointment: Harry slobber.
No seals on Seal Rock today, but lots of cormorants.
We broke the 10,000-mile sound barrier this afternoon!
Lots of rain today, and I’m still feeling malade, so not much driving. Spending the night just south of Florence, OR.