On the three-hour drive down south, we came across literal clouds of butterflies heading the same way for the winter. Unfortunately, a good number met their fate in the grill of my truck. Grant called Big Red the "Chariot of Doom". This is only a small section of the butterfuly grave that covered the front of the truck.
Not far from Corpus Christi, we were able to stop and check out some of Grant's handy work. Here are three of his very own wind turbines. Impressive, huh?
My husband, Master of the wind. :)
When we made it to the beach, both dogs were amped up but Maggie was especially nuts. As we walked towards the water, she acted like she'd been going to the beach for years and yanked at her leash so hard I was almost unable to control her. (I think I would've expected this more from the lab than from our mutt-baby.)
I'd say we had an excellent spot...
I'd say we had an excellent spot...
and as I suspected, Tex was pretty happy being a beach bum.
Maggie's big thing was chasing the seagulls and I had to repeatedly call her back after she'd sprint a quarter of a mile down the beach . Tex was a little different, he'd play in the water but if I waded out too far for his liking, he'd come up behind me and bite my hand to pull me back. If that didn't work, he'd put his body in front of mine horizontally so that I couldn't get around him. I guess this was his way of keeping an eye on me.