Woot! It’s Wednesday. Yep. You know what that means. Time for some StuART. New StuART at that. I think these look like halos around King Stuart.
Aren’t puppies funny? When Stuart saw the ocean for the first time, he went nuts. He was about nine months old. As he got older, he ambled along in his Stuart style, sniffed the washed up pieces of seagrass and seaweed, old crab shells and pieces of plastic and took his sweet time. The crashing waves? Meh…not so much.
On our last visit to South Nags Head, North Carolina, in 2014, the Dad peep told us to take a walk while he did some last minute cleaning in the cottage on our last day before heading home. It was a beautifully crisp, clear day just after Christmas. Much like you see the sun in today’s StuART.
He and I walked for a while, then sat in the sand. He sat so very close to me. And I just pat him. Rubbed his ears and pulled on his beard. We sat in silence for the longest time. And stared at the ocean. He was such a grand, old soul.
I’ll never forget it. Never.