dog at beach goes crazy

We popped down to Pottsville to catch up with Chris' Dad.  Which meant trips to the beach.  A first for Scooter.

The beach! The beach!

Yeah!  Let's run into the water!

Eat the water!  Eat the waves!

Ok.  That stuff is quite wet.

I feel the responsibility of rescuing the smaller members of my family from the dastardly waves.

Dig! Dig! Dig!  and I don't get in trouble!

 
A hole!  I can sit in!

(Apologies for the excessive use of exclamation marks in this post.  It is just how I imagine Scooter thinks.)