Smells Like Summer

After Pippi's little Lake escapade (see Pippi Hits the Beach), we ventured up to our house to take a peek.

Inside, it was toasty and warm. The light spilling in through the windows was stunning. It smelled of sand, sunscreen, and lake water: summer.

As you can see, Pippi made herself quite at home.

Pippi Hits the Beach

Yesterday, we decided to take a break from the city and drove up to Beverly Shores, Indiana, a town at the southern tip of Lake Michigan that we always frequent during the summer.

It was a beautiful day. Beautiful, but windy and freezing.

But even that didn't stop Pippi from making a beeline for the beach and jumping right into the water. Luckily, she realized pretty quickly that that was not such a smart idea and retreated from the waterfront a bit shaken.

Nonetheless, she wasn't shaken enough to have lost interest in 'Drop and Bark' (a variation on your average game of 'fetch' involving a rather impatient little dog with no interest in bringing her tennis ball all the way back to the designated thrower).