Bury? Or not to bury?

It's a love-hate relationship with the toy ball. One minute she wants to bury it and the next, she seems to change her mind and wants it back!

Holes everywhere

Bailey and I spent most of our time hanging out at McDonald beach where we swam in the water, dug holes in the sand and enjoyed the beautiful weather. I've now discovered that Bailey will only start to swim once I've walked into the water with her. So I wonder if she thinks I'm like her...

Bailey's newest game is dig a hole!! The thing is, she won't just dig a random hole in the sand... no, there must be a ball present for her to dig around and this ball must be a toy that she really really likes. Sadly, I think she may have buried the ball somewhere on the beach because by the end of the day she was searching franticly along the water bank looking for her dearest toy ball.

She must really enjoy digging now because when we found an area on the beach just for the two of us with sand untouched, Bailey had dug at least 6 holes... All holes were as deep as the height of her front leg!

No, the picture above was not photo shopped. Bailey really had dug a hole that deep...

"I think I see Switzerland!!!!"

Bobbing For Apples

The title says it all...