The day arrived and young master Wendell set foot, out into the wide yonder. Terry and I took him for a walk to the beach and back. What a bundle of pent up energy he was. His tail did not stop wagging. He met two bulldogs and a lovely Doberman puppy. He picked up and tossed seaweed, ran from the tide and sniffed the salty sea spray with great enthusiasm. He also bounded up his first set of stairs, which connect the beach with the cliff top. We carried him on the way down, for fear of him tripping. He is back home, fast asleep in his basket now, after devouring a huge meal.We only took a few photos because the day was so dull. See ya, Pen.