A day at the beach

What a wonderful day we had!  We went to Rexhame beach in Marshfield, one of only two Massachusetts that allow dogs during the summer days.  The dogs must be leashed, although they don't specify that the leash has to be tied to anything at the other end!  Several beachgoers, including ourselves, took advantage of this slovenly wording (as W.S. Gilbert put it) to allow our dogs a little more freedom of movement than they otherwise might get.  All five of us enjoyed the day very much.  The photo (play "spot the dogs") shows the other four under our new parasol, which worked brilliantly.

Puga had great fun chasing a gull (greater black backed?), including a (leash-less) swim of about 10 yards seaward.  Here (left) she is plucking up courage for the chase.  As you can see, this part of the beach was not at all crowded.  Here, we are looking towards Scituate.

And here (right) are Kim and Pixie (the latter in her favorite place).  Last evening, we watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua (well, we skipped a bit).  But we realized that Pixie is a dead ringer for Chloe.

We will celebrate "Fathers' Day" on Wednesday when Miranda returns and, with Will, we watch England's last gasp effort to get into the World Cup knockout rounds.  They will be playing Slovenia, having tied the U.S. and Algeria, the best French team in the event (17 of the 23 were born in France).  It should be an easy win, but it won't be.  So far, the team has been pathetic.  They couldn't knock the skin off a rice pudding!  What with ineptitude in the goal and middle-aged torpor among the strikers (yes, Mr. Rooney, that's you), England is embarrassing us all.

But we now have some good bridge to look forward to (K & I will be on the same team but at different tables).  And we're planning a little belated celebration of June 12th at a much recommended authentic Italian trattoria in Belmont (or should that be Belmonte?).