Espresso of the Weeds

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Old man Espresso, laying in the seaweed, soaking up the rays of the sunshine as the warm breeze blows through his fur.  Take him to any public space and he wants to wander, find every smell, leaving no stone unpissed on, but when he found his spot at the beach Saturday, he stayed. Content. 

I hope I age as gracefully as my pooch,' pushing 10 in human years. Nothing has changed between us except we know each other better. He's can be a grouch. We fight, literally. He clearly knows when he's done something wrong, and when he is doing something he isn't supposed to. Sometimes he'll listen and other times he'll defy. He's become more defiant in his old age. 

"Espresso, I've been telling you not to do this for years, but you're still doing it, when are you going to learn?" 

"Keith, you've been telling me not to do this for years, but I am still going to do it, when are you going to learn?"

Maybe I am a bad parent, justifying my child's actions and turning them into a positive, but a part of me can't help but smile. He's not a bad dog, he's an independent mind. He questions authority. He reminds me of someone I know.

Bonus Photos from the Day (click them):

Stacey and Char — Buggy Focus
Gull Liftoff
Nose to the Wind — Char's Eye View