The only dogs on leads are the ones that would run away otherwise, or the ones that have muzzles too, because they don't play well with others, or the ones that are new around here and can't believe their good luck.
This is my utopia. The only place that comes close is France, where you can bring dogs inside restaurants.
|Zoe with Sadie, the puppy in the room next door|
|These dogs of Dixie tired the old girl out|
If you come to this wonderful island with your dog, tell the dogs you meet that Zoe and Natalia say hello.
|It was jacket weather at first, but by the end of the week, it was warm|
|This dog is named for a famous photographer. His person is an anthropologist.|
|The anthropologist is dating a woman much younger, and her dog is much younger too.|
|Young dogs can always get Zoe to swim.|
|This wolfy dog would prefer to be pulling a sled in snow, and his person is a skier who had a hard time deciding between a beach week and the last week to ski of the season|
|This is Zoe most of the day on Topsail, but sometimes she is sitting.|
|I was afraid these dogs would run off with the fish the people had caught, or the tackle boxes.|
|At the bookstore/wine bar|
|Flowers! in March!|
|Sitting outside in March after buying too many books: perfect end to a perfect week|