Sun!

So I was invited to a great dinner last night at La Belle Vie, a French restaurant. Michael & I had never been before because French restaurants aren't exactly known for their vegetarian fare, and we'd heard mixed reviews about the place. Inside was quite cute with most of it outside on a secluded patio. The French chef was more than happy to whip something up for me and told me if I ever came back (whaa) to call ahead and he could do something with quinoa or another slow-cook item. I thought the food was pretty tasty (and I ended up with a huge plateful of pasta - leftovers!), so would go again if I ever have the chance. The sailing talk was lots of fun, and I had a really nice night out.

After a very wet dog walk in the morning, the skies cleared, and the Atlantic looked fantastic.

Inspired, I took Betsy to the beach so she could have a good run. She ran right for the water and then took off down the beach.

Seriously, where else can you have a long beach like this all to yourself? (This is looking in both directions and there was no one else.)

Unfortunately, one section had the usual washed-up garbage. Boo.

Does this count as getting your toes wet? It wasn't intentional, but it did feel pretty good.

Betsy thought this was a good idea in the sticky black sand.

Until we got home and she ended up having to endure this.

She actually handled it pretty well, I was quite proud of her. I brought this "natural" shampoo all the way from the States, and it must have tasted good because Betsy and Flush seemed to enjoy licking it off.

After the beach, we still had the %@*! hills to walk back up (I know I said I'd drive them next time, but the island car doesn't like them either and I trust my legs over that engine), and I was hoping Betsy would pull me and my sore legs up. But she was more tired than I was, and I ended up dragging her. She's not in the best shape. Every time I take care of her, she loses weight and gets more energy, and every time I give her back to her "dad," he ruins all my hard work. A zonked Betsy and Flush took a nice nap while I went and got my hair cut at The Pink Daisy. The owner and staff are used to fixing whatever I've done to mutilate it, and this time was no different. Maxine even laughed at me. It's okay, I deserved it. Then I cleaned a little (a lot), did some laundry to round out the day, and felt appropriately knackered at the end. It felt really good, to tell you the truth. I think it's time for those leftovers.

BTW, I swear these two aren't always on the couch...but they do spend a lot of time together.

Where's Daddy?