I love strolling along the beach. I find all kinds of good stuff. Daddy calls it Sushi. I don't knowwhat exactly it is - Sushi, but when ever I munch on it, Daddies say "Drop, it, spit it out."
"Hey, no way, Jose. I found it so it's mine. Get your own sushi", I say. I have to sneak over to the High Tide Sushi bar when my daddies aren't looking - when they are reading a book or snoozing.
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| Holy Mackerel, a Fresh One! |
Daddy took pictures of my free Sushi Bar - it had crunchy crab crusts and skate, mackerel and maybe sand sharks (hard to tell). I really wanted to sample the seagull, but that's when daddy got really upset.
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| Browsing for Sushi |
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| Yum, That Was Good! |
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| Back in The Truck After the Beach |
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| It's a Bumpy Ride over the Sand and Dunes |
They have Sushi for people in town - but my daddies won't touch the stuff. They like their dead fish cooked.
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