Sea Lion Shores before i let you go away

When the tide had gone out he had tried to swim, thinking that the dark smudge on the horizon looked like a good spot to investigate. Maybe his person was there? He could not remember where he had left them (it certainly wasn't across any big water) but that did not dissuade him. He tried, only to be swept back to shore when the water came rushing back. 

The dappled dog was cold and wet and unhappy, but at least he was on solid ground. Shiverring on a foreign beach where everything smelled sterile from salt - but alive, which was a good sign. He forced himself to his paws and began to scour the area for food.

Then, hearing something deep that sounded like a car honk or a big dog (the kind he would avoid on walks) Bug looked around with his head up. Concern knit across his marked face, and his dark little ears twitched. He saw something - someone? - sitting among some barnacled boulders and with a little yip, moved closer to check them out.