Yesterday, late afternoon, Jude and I took took John Patrick to the beach for a few minutes, right before a thunderstorm rolled in. We were curious to see how he would respond to actually being able to walk on the sand. Well, there wasn't much walking involved, at least not for John Patrick.
When Jude set him down in the sand, he just stood still, whining quietly. Then, he tried to lift one bare foot, apparently in an effort to have the smallest amount of skin on his body touching the sand. He looked like a small stork, standing on the beach, on one leg. He wasn't any happier when I carried him down to the edge of the ocean and stood him there in front of me, holding on to him as the waves rolled over out feet.
He did enjoy sitting between Jude's lap, on the beach, playing in the sand, but that's about as good as it got. We're going to try again this afternoon, weather permitting.
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