Sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality. Just a couple of pics of Pepper's favorite beach this morning:
The Magic Beach Motel is still standing, or at least, it's been painted again, which is likely all that's holding it together. Pepper ignores the camera, while she concentrates on being an excellent driver:
If you live a really good life, in the next one, you get to be a happy dog, chasing birds, swimming, puking and pooping all over the beach. It's probably an acquired taste, but it seems to make her pretty happy. God help you if you don't have enough humanity in you to just make sure that your critters are happy.
"The righteous man regardeth the life of his beast," as the Good Book says.