A day in the life of "Daisy" 

The car slows to a stop. There are bushes everywhere. This is a pretty big park! My person opens the door and I wait patiently to be unbuckled, front legs dancing. Hurry up.

‘Come on, Daisy,’ my person coos, ushering me out of the car and I spring into action. We walk to a set of wooden stairs leading downward. In a smooth motion, I work my way down onto – What. Is. This?

It’s so soft on my paws! The sand between my toes crunches and grinds as I run, but I barely notice as I sniff. What is that? It’s a salty smell in the air. I look up and—

This has to be the biggest pond I’ve ever seen. My person is running towards it, but I outrun them and charge straight into the waves. The water runs away and I try to chase it, only to have it race back toward me. I snap at it playfully, and the waves lash against my legs, splashing up to drench my face. This time when I chase the waves, my legs lift off the ground and I begin to paddle, the water gently churning between my toes.

I see my person. She has the ball! For what seemed like hours, I played and played – attention switching between the giant pond and the ball.

The sun gets low in the sky and with a call from my person, I know it’s time to go. Back up the stairs and into the car we go and my eyes close and I drift away, dreaming about the smell of salt and the grit of sand.