Wheeling Gull Isle And I am confident

He barks excitedly, tongue flapping from a broad grin at seeing how eagerly she takes to the sand! She likes this game! With each pummel he attempts to bite the sand right out of the air, wheeling and spinning to do little tricks for her amusement- though he trips up a few times, he’s right back on his feet again.

When at last his breathing is too ragged to keep it up, he tosses his snout towards the gentle roll of tide in the surf.

“C’mon! Let’s hop waves!”