On this, my first day of a coastal vacation, Pete decided to awaken me about 6am. I tried to quiet him and encourage him to settle down, "it's not time to get up yet" as I do at home. Boy was I wrong. He was like a toddler on Christmas morning (or perhaps on their first day at the beach). I can't say I blame him, we did arrive last evening after a considerable car ride in dog time to the coast blanketed in darkness. He did wonder as we settled into slumber just exactly what that rolling and constant crashing noise was. To save the rest of my family from an early vacation rise we crept down the stairs, tshirt, shorts, sneakers, & a leash in hand and headed for an early morning long walk along the shoreline. Since my daily commute is now narrated by Eat, Pray, Love I have a slight philosophical moment of clarity ... while my spotty alarm clock did awaken me way too early for vacation, (which will leave me in need of a 2pm nap for sure, but hey, its the beach, I can do that!) if he hadn't, we wouldn't have caught the sunrise.

{Dear Birthday present fairies, I could really use a new camera}
We wouldn't have run into a fisherman on the beach who had just caught a shark, and we wouldn't have gotten to see the rather charming patterns a jelly fish had made on the sand. I took the "if you can't beat him" mantra, went for a long, quiet walk along the shore and just enjoyed being at the beach, no matter how early it is.

But hey tomorrow buddy, let's sleep in a little ok?