Ten minutes and half-a-mile later, Mike slowed to a walk. Charlie ran circles around him, a large piece of driftwood in his mouth. Mike chuckled at the dog’s antics. It felt good to be out and to run, even if it was only a short distance.
Breathing deeply, Mike enjoyed the mixture of cold air and salt. Typical of the weather along the coast, the sun was now shining. The saying just wait five minutes and the weather will change was never more true than along the coast of the Pacific Northwest.
Mike bent over and grabbed the stick from Charlie’s jaws. The pup immediately let it go and danced back several steps in anticipation. Pulling his arm back, he threw the piece of wood. Charlie took off after it like a bullet. A second later, the laugh on Mike’s lips turned to a muttered oath. Charli
