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Poof.

I wonder sometimes just how much sand my dog digests in a year.

Boom.

I'm betting enough for your average local golf course.

Honestly, I have to empty and inch of it out of the water bowl in the evening. We must have the only household that has to deal with the challenges of cleaning beach sand out of the kitchen sink (and sofa and carpet and shower and jacket pockets and leashes and...)


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You are definitely not the only household filled with sand. I live at the beach too, and no matter how much I try to rinse off, I'm always tracking sand in.

I moved to a new apartment recently, and when the movers picked up the couch, a beach load of sand poured out! And the new office chair I bought two weeks ago, already looks like a sand box.

But, hey....small price to pay for living at the beach!

That is a really cool photo!!

Where ya been? ...Not that I'm much better at updating...but I'm trying to procrastinate at work and you're not helping! ;-)

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