Welcome to the Beach! Please pick up your trash before you leave . . .

With the recent hot weather, folks have been flocking to the beach, and I have one question - where were you raised, and didn't your mother and father tell you not to litter? This question is somewhat rhetorical, since most of the groups leaving trash and food all over town include the mom and pop.

The result is that from now until Labor Day, I don't take my dogs for walks - we go out foraging for food. They can smell a dropped potato chip at 50 yards. And I cannot even estimage the number of chicken wing bones they'll find and eat over the next 5 months. I have a 50/50 chance of getting such a bone away from Noodles; my chances go down to zero for Nanners. Yes, I know dogs aren't supposed to eat chicken bones, but there's only so much a gal can do . . .

On the good side, look at my pretty hibiscus!