Paws on the Beach, Heart in the Clouds

Hiya, frens! It’s me, Coca, your sandy-pawed explorer! 🌊Mumma took me to a magical place called Wingaersheek Beach (try sayin’ that three times fast!). The air smelled salty and full of adventures. I sniffed everything—seaweed, shells, and one mysterious thing Mumma said was “not for sniffin’,” oops! 😅There were big shiny waves, but I stayed back where it was safe and dry. Other pups ran splishy-splash right in, and I watched them, thinkin’, “Hmm… maybe next time.” (Probably not, though. That water looks cold!). I climbed on rocks that made me feel like a mountain goat, tail waggin’ in the breeze. I made new frens too—some hoomans who said I was “so cute” (obviously), and pups who shared their best digging spots. Funny thing is, when I first met Mumma back in Salta, I wouldn’t even step in a puddle! Now look at me—dippin’ my paws in tide pools like a brave beach pup. 🌊🐾

When the sun got sleepy and the sky turned pink, I gave the beach one last sniff and thought, “Yep… I love it here.” 💛