Westport

We tried to squeeze in as much as we could the last month of summer. We had to fit in some beach time, so we planned a day and went down to Westport with some good friends.  My favorite part of the trip was watching Buster stick his face in the sand. He did it once and I thought he would cry and learn his lesson, but no. He kept on sticking it straight down in the sand. I guess he likes the feeling of sand in his eyes, an nose, and mouth. He must be his father's son.