Isaac and I went to Lake Erie today. I woke up feeling tired and just not-good, but eventually dragged myself out of bed and decided to go to the lake. As always, as soon as we got there, I was glad I went. I need more time in nature. I love the lake. I love the feel of the warm sand under my feet. I love the sound of the waves lapping at the shore. And I love the pure joy I see in Isaac as he runs across the sand and plays in the water.
For some reason I've having trouble posting some of the photos I took with my phone today, but I am able to post this one. This is Isaac, rolling in a dead fish he dug up on the beach. Yeah, I know it's gross. But he was already doing it before I could stop him. And he was having so much fun. He was so happy to be rolling in the stink.
He stunk. I had to leave the windows down the whole way home. He got a bath as soon as we got in the door.
But he was such a happy, happy dog.