Well, now, looks like they’re getting serious about fixing the collapsed Rambla. Instead of just dumping dirt in the hole where the road had been, as before, some serious drain work is in progress.
As I walked down to take a look, my unofficial dog Huma (silent H, remember) went tearing ahead, and when I could see over the ledge, I didn’t see her. But not for long: didit, DiDit, DIDIT and she launched out of one of the tubes like a projectile, veered around and went flying into another. I tried to catch her emerging again, but she was too fast: you can see her if you look very closely in front of the nearest tube.
She stayed in “crazed mode” the whole time we were on the beach, running back and forth, in and out of the water at full speed. Something in the air, I guess.
I like that dog Huma. She is predisposed to joy…or at least giddiness…perhaps goofiness. And what a site to romp with a happy dog, that wonderful stretch of beach you call home. Just my opinion. Mordecai might disagree, bitching about wind and sand and poor English skills in Sud Am. Yawn. You know what “they” say: Two Jews, three opinions.
Goofy. Definitely goofy. I call her that all the time. Should have thought to make a video of her being crazy. I'll have another opportunity.