Post by Michelle on Nov 27, 2009 6:54:44 GMT -4
The sky that hung over the shore started from a lighter shade of navy, and as it got closer to the horizon, you could see it fading away to the day time sky. Clouds were visible, but their wispy bodies were so thin that they were close to non-existence. Stars joined the clouds, littering the light navy abyss above the beach and school grounds. The sun, the biggest star of them all, was still on the other side of the world, but its golden rays sent light over the dark sea green waves, which he deemed were too small to surf. The beach was almost empty; but naturally, at this time in the morning, no one would think about getting up, let alone coming down for a swim or a tan. Only three were on the beach at 5.30am in the morning: the lifeguard, sitting silently but dutifully at his post with a cup of coffee, a Golden Labrador Retriever, who was clearly a stray, sniffing at the ground with interest, and lastly, a boy wearing nothing but a pair of red billabong boardies, a yellow balsa wood surfboard and a towel in his hand.
“Goldfish!” DJ called to the stray, which answered immediately with a coarse bark.
It ran over to the surfer, its paws turning the smooth sand over with every paw print it left. DJ squatted, letting the golden-haired dog lick his face playfully, as he patted the Labrador’s pelt. Goldfish moved its muzzle into the boy’s neck, and DJ laughed, feeling ticklish.
“Okay, girl…stop…licking…” he managed to say between laughs, as he fell backwards, letting the dog continue to lick his face to show her affection.
“Goldfish…if you get off…” the surfer broke out into ticklish laughter.
“I HAVE FOOD!”
The Labrador Retriever was quick to get off DJ, sitting on the sand, panting with excitement. It barked at the boy in impatience.
“Alright, here.” DJ spoke to the dog, taking a bone shaped biscuit from his pocket.
“Now, you up for a swim? Huh, girl? I have to get your slobber off my bloody face somehow, don’t I, girl?” he said in a positive tone, once the stray finished the treat.
Goldfish yapped, running off to the sea, leaving a trail of messy print behind again. DJ smiled and followed, leaving his surfboard behind on the shore. The two made contact with the water at the same time, kicking up white, foamy spray into the air. Small waves crashed over the pair, but they both entered out of the sea, totally drenched. DJ was slow to exit out of the warm ocean, but the stray dog shook off the sea water out of its golden fur, before running off to someone else who had walked onto the beach, barking and panting all the way.
(Feel free to god-mode Goldfish)
“Goldfish!” DJ called to the stray, which answered immediately with a coarse bark.
It ran over to the surfer, its paws turning the smooth sand over with every paw print it left. DJ squatted, letting the golden-haired dog lick his face playfully, as he patted the Labrador’s pelt. Goldfish moved its muzzle into the boy’s neck, and DJ laughed, feeling ticklish.
“Okay, girl…stop…licking…” he managed to say between laughs, as he fell backwards, letting the dog continue to lick his face to show her affection.
“Goldfish…if you get off…” the surfer broke out into ticklish laughter.
“I HAVE FOOD!”
The Labrador Retriever was quick to get off DJ, sitting on the sand, panting with excitement. It barked at the boy in impatience.
“Alright, here.” DJ spoke to the dog, taking a bone shaped biscuit from his pocket.
“Now, you up for a swim? Huh, girl? I have to get your slobber off my bloody face somehow, don’t I, girl?” he said in a positive tone, once the stray finished the treat.
Goldfish yapped, running off to the sea, leaving a trail of messy print behind again. DJ smiled and followed, leaving his surfboard behind on the shore. The two made contact with the water at the same time, kicking up white, foamy spray into the air. Small waves crashed over the pair, but they both entered out of the sea, totally drenched. DJ was slow to exit out of the warm ocean, but the stray dog shook off the sea water out of its golden fur, before running off to someone else who had walked onto the beach, barking and panting all the way.
(Feel free to god-mode Goldfish)