Early morning. Muriwai Beach. Swollen clouds bulge like dirty sails over the grey sea. Far off in the distance, the curving beach disappears in vaporized surf. A seagull ruffles its feathers indignantly and shuts its eyes against the salty spray.
On the bleak sand, a single mussel, gleaming like a jewel in the hollow specially sculpted by the retreating tide. The photographer crouches to capture the perfect shot. Just before depressing the shutter, a wriggling mass of wet canine lands on the shell like a boisterous puppy dog with approximately three times the number of legs he is supposed to have.
Actually, it was nothing like that at all. It was EXACTLY like that, to the point of being practically indistinguishable.
Ah, well. Here’s the result, complete with paw prints and sandy debris.
Difference between a holiday snap and postcard image: 0.01 seconds.
The culprit at full canter. Since he is not fully vaccinated yet, the only place we can take Jed for a good run is the beach at low tide.
Husband unperturbed at the prospect of being savaged by a wet puppy