And We Call Him........

..... "Chicken-Bone" !

Jimmy has earned himself a nickname for when we are out on the beach. When he's not chasing Wilson or his ball, he spends every minute scouring the beach for chicken bones. It seems like an odd thing, but you'd be amazed at the number of weathered chicken bones he can find in a mile or two walk. It can really be quite frustrating as I need to keep a close eye on him to be sure he doesn't eat them.

Here he is, sniffing for his favorite contraband in the last rays of the day.