A wonderful dawn on the beach by our hotel.

That "alone peace", couples seek vacationing in popular destinations.

Beach was as smooth as glass at dawn,

A few shells, some kind of seaweed.

Walking along, soaking it all in with our cocker spaniel, Toby.

In 1978 leash laws weren't enforced.

There was a lone fisherman a hundred yards or so down the beach.

Beautiful colors starting slowly over the water.

Our eyes turn away from the sunrise as we hear

YELP, YELP, YELP.

Oh my god! What the ....

Toby found a one clawed crab while sniffing.

No dog, much less a Kansas dog, is ready for an

8 inch crab claw.

Flop, flop, they go down the beach,

10 inch ear, 8 inch claw, what a sight!

Beautiful smooth sand, ideal morning, now with alternating huge sprawling, monster looking, crab and dog prints violently flailing down the beach. Headed toward some guy who's finally able to go fishing here.

Now gulls, the most god awful birds in the world, have been gathering above to get that crab.

Still the dog and crab flop, yelp, yelp, flop, flop until they reach the fisherman trying to enjoy his peaceful dawn on the beach.

By now he's surrounded by swarming birds and has a yelping dog with crab flopping at his feet.

With reserved frustration he gave one more cast way out as far as he could.

Suddenly he hooks one of the of the seagulls.

The bird flies in a circle.

The fisherman being pulled in a spin, round and round.

Yelp, yelp, flop, flop squawk, squawk.

Round and round, and on and on,

Till a staff member, one of thirty people standing around watching in disbelief, said "We'll be glad to cook the crab for you. Compliments of the hotel".

"Hey, this is the first crab I've seen in my life and I never want to see another one. Much less eat the damn thing. OK. You can have the crab and those birds too. If the fisherman was hunting here today instead of fishing, well, just imagine. Give the crab to him."

We're not in Kansas anymore, Toby!

(This is true story, I swear to god!)