Yesterday, Bryan, Mel and I took a drive down Topanga Canyon, which ended in us eating lunch in our old stomping ground of Venice Beach. If Mel were a kid we'd probably have told her we wanted to show her where we used to live. We may have told her that anyway.
At any rate, as we were enjoying some winter sun, we noticed a bull dog with a special talent.
This guy was just cruising along with his owner, dodging tourists and barking at anyone who might get in the way of his board.
A couple of times he got stuck in the grass, but help was on the way.
Though his owner helped him out this time, another time I watched as he managed to flip the board on it's side and carry it out of the grass under his leg, in a manner that was surprisingly similar to the way surfers carry their boards.
Fortunately he was soon able to rejoin his pack.
You've got to love Venice.
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