LooLoo and I took trip to the beach today. It’s a place where we used to play fetch the stick in the waters off of Plum Island.

She’s on in her years now, sight and hearing are shot but her sense of humor is keen as ever. I swear I can hear her cleaver remarks in my head… and have to keep myself from laughing out loud like a nutcase. We passed two sweet old ladies (we named them Ebb and Flo after a rock LooLoo found on the beach) that fuss a bit over her and bid us a kindly goodby.

Back at the truck, LooLoo props her front paws up on the tailgate while her manservant (me) towels her off before loading her in the back.

Me: I wonder what those old ladies are thinking?

LooLoo : I think old people like us you tend to wonder more than spend time thinking.

Me: Seems boring… what do you think would happen if a flasher came by, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat??? Do you think they’d have a stroke?

LooLoo: I think Ebb might, but I don’t think Flo could reach him…. what do you think?…

Me: I wonder….

LooLoo: See what I mean?