The attachlings all love digging in the sand. Last week Whinnie got her brothers & friends to bury her.
I giggle at her expression: she called it her ‘I’m dead’ face.
Sometimes they fill their shirts with sand, pretending to be eating it. It is a riot hearing them describe the digestion process.
Big dog hangs around near me often–always hoping for an promptu ‘walkie’ — he is a dear beast. 😀