On a recent Sunday, we strolled down the beach, admiring the pounding surf and the range of color in the breaking waves. My camera hung around my neck and every so often I snapped pictures of the water, birds, shapes in the sand, or whatever caught my eye. Kurt and I chatted or walked silently for long stretches. We laughed as the shorebirds dashed in and out from the surf, their little legs pumping. I was deliciously content.
Other walkers dotted the beach, many with canine companions. I’m not a huge dog fan, but even I have to admit that nothing says happiness like the exuberance of a dog running at the beach. It is sheer joy in action!
As we walked by one group of three dog walkers, we exchanged casual hellos. A man in the group looked pointedly at my camera and then struck a dramatic pose, clearly inviting me to take his picture.
“Well, maybe if you had a bird on your head…” I laughed. He laughed, too, and we continued on past.
A few moments later, “Hey!” I heard a voice call. I turned back to see the wannabe-photographed man.
“Did you say a turd on my head?” he asked.
Then, leashed dog in hand, he positioned a telltale bulging green bag on top of his head and struck a pose.
What could I do?