On Friday afternoon, Rosie started feeling much better. So when Staurday dawned bright and clear, we took her back to Point Isabel, friend Charlotte in tow. Rosie ran all over the place, discovered the joy of dashing through mud puddles, but was wary of the bay. By the time we started back to the car, she was coated head to tow in sand and mud, so we stopped for a quick rinse at the hoses.
Rosie licks chicken and rice from the spoon
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