We are back visiting in Galveston.....Max has personally marked one hundred million shells, seaweed, driftwood, empty soda cans......
He thinks it is his job!
.....in the evening....little crabs emerge from their hidey holes...and then the fun begins......he runs at them...barks....UNTIL....they move in his direction and he runs with his tiny tail tucked under...... to me as fast as his little legs will carry him.......one actually pinched onto some hair on his leg....he hopped, spun and shook his foot until I thot I would die from laughing....(the crab was about 1/2 inch wide)......the beach is a great playground for mister Max....and he is a hit to those walking by....Aren't Yorkies special little guys and gals?