Shoeless Joe wants to tell you that the beach at Port Aransas is his favorite place on earth.
He runs and runs across the sand, fast as the wind, chasing birds and pausing only to roll in something rotting in the seaweed or chew some gross fish bones hidden there.
And, when he gets so hot that he can't stand it, he takes a 20 second dunk in the waves.
Then he's off to the races again. It's his job and he takes it very seriously.
Since all that great water is too salty for even a dog to drink, he knows where to go for some refreshment and hydration. Just requires a little help from his friends.
It makes him too sad to talk about our leaving, however...
but after we'd witnessed the lovely sunrise
and spent a last few moments gazing at the boats (sigh!),
we got on the ferry and said goodbye to the supervisor pelican.
His staff gave us a warm fly-by send off and hoped we'd come back soon.
Shoeless Joe was sleeping in the backseat, dreaming of exactly that.
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