At 13, Wilson still gave the game a good go. He didn't last as long as he once would, but the fun was the same!
We take the boys to a beach you can't reach without a boat, or in our case, a jetski. We get some pretty funny looks from other boaters and fishermen along the shore as we go by. Two dogs riding on a jetski isn't a very common sight, I guess. I don't have a photo of all four of us like that so you will have to use your imagination with this one....(of course we all wear life jackets just not in this posed shot).
Here's a look at the nice, empty beach. That's definitely my bliss, getting away from people!
Another form of bliss for the boys, rolling in stinky stuff! I couldn't see anything, but they sure liked the smell enough for some vigorous rolling! This picture cracks me up!
And finally, here's John's bliss...dumping the three of us off on the island and riding the jetski like it was made for...fast and furious!
What's your bliss?
