She's been scared of the sea since I've had her. This isn't particularly surprising as she is a tiny weeny dog, used to the mean streets of Romania and the sea is a massive, threatening, stormy thing that has made her get wet against her will on a few occasions.
The fact that we've had Armageddon style storms for the entire time she's been here hasn't, I'm sure, helped.
I've learned lots about my Sushi over the last couple of months. She absolutely loves walking on grass, for example. The sea scares her and she can't stand men in hats. Very sensible I think.
But today was so beautiful that I took a selfish decision to walk her to the beach. I just really wanted to go to the beach. I sat on some rocks with her and just had a lovely little think about everything and nothing. It was magical and restful. She sat next to me like this and we contemplated our navels in the glorious sunshine. I don't take her to the water's edge anymore because she really doesn't like it and I essentially live to make her happy now.
As we sat there she started watching the sea. And then this happened.
And then she skipped like a gazelle over the rocks that I belatedly realised you're not actually meant to walk on.
In short, I am delighted by her even more today than I usually am. And that's a lot.