Outing for the Pack

My friend and fellow... person... Will had surgery last week to restore his voice after his vocal chord was paralyzed after some open heart surgery that he had in the dim and distant past, if you call a year and a half ago dim and distant. Which I do.

He has spent the week recuperating after getting out of hospital on Sunday (no return of voice yet) and today we went out to Bribie Island to walk the dogs.

Last time we walked the dogs we had a pack of four dogs, us and Eloise toddling around in the forest. I use the word toddling deliberately - it was a slow and painfully frustrating experience.

So what a refreshing change to have a child-free wander along the beach and back again, though E did cast a long shadow over the whole thing as time was limited.

Limited because prior to beach, I embarked on some missions of mercy, firstly to deliver forgotten hayfever drugs to Nicole at work, secondly to retrieve forgotten house keys from the New Farm Clinic with Valerie.

So the 11am rendezvous was blown, though to be fair young Will was late too.

The pack was split along energy lines: Tallis and Tiny toddled along behind, though the man-dog got a spring in his step when there was a prospect of stranger tail.

Matilda did her own thing, boldly searching out new smells, while Gipsy harrassed her owner to throw sticks.

The water was warm like a bath and smooth like a pond. Swimming was done, though not by me.

A nice gentle day at the beach.