I love to take my dogs down to the beach and watch them chase crabs on the rocks. On one end of the beach is a huge rock formation and no construction (or people). The other end of the beach is speckled with hotels and houses. It is no where developed now like it will be in the future. There is a river that runs by my house to the ocean and it is always changing direction in a snaky fashion. The dogs and I love this part of our paradise. The river is only a few inches deep so my favorite thing is to take down my beach chair and camp out in the river (without the dogs) and watch the surf/surfers. The dogs are too aggressive to other dogs to let them just run free on the beach. I have to take them to the rocks where there is no one.
In the photos are the two "fighting dogs". They play well together and I've figured out that it is the beastly Max that makes them fight. It's called nervous aggression and when Max gets excited, he attacks one of them and the fight between the two sisters start. I take the girls to the beach together so they will learn to get along and have fun together. No fights for a few weeks now since the last BIG brawl.