Peter wore his jacket in the car, but ended up not needing it.
We got some old lady to take our picture.
At first I didn't want to let Peter off the leash, but there were tons of other dogs all running around. Plus he's usually pretty good at coming when he's called so I thought, "what the blood."
Then we headed over to the big ol' sand dunes.
Peter's turn!
That's all. Bye.