Rockrunner

When George and I took Stella to the beach this evening, the sky was a striking colour.

Dod was throwing the ball into the water, with Stella swimming to get it back. When one throw went wide onto the rocks instead, she charged to retrieve it, then charged back again.

It's remarkable how sure-footed (sure-pawed?) she is, running over wet and slippery seaweed-covered rocks.