Dog on the beach I had a vacation in a village in the south of Russia called Makopse. There were a little mountain river falling into the sea and a pond on the beach near the river. There lived a dog. I didn’t know whether he had an owner, but he wasn’t thin and hungry. He went to the beach to lie in the sun and swim in the pond (he never went in the sea). Sometimes he froliced and played with different things that could be found on the beach, for example, wilted seaweed or sticks. Sometimes he found people who wanted to play with him. When it was storming, and people went to the river to swim, the dog went there too. He was kind and tender. It was obviously that the dog enjoyed life.