After surfing the waves, Loki and Juno chill out at the beaches' namesake, it's Lighthouse.
"Hey Princess, check out that chick behind me staring at us. We must be celebrities, no?"
Apparently, because they were posing in front of the lighthouse without moving, they were a bit of a hit with the passerby. Some even commented, "I can't even get my kid to sit that quietly! How do you do it?" I pointed to the pocket-sized skillet in my knapsack. It doesn't hurt to be prepared, right?
"Hey Big Cheese, let's 86 this ghost town while Mom's over there fussin' with the camera. She'll never know."
"Did you say 'cheese' Principessa? Where is it?"
Then this fella and his pup came for a visit.
"Daddy-O, look at this dude doggin' us. He ain't got no right I tell ya."
"I kinda like him Princess. He looks like fun!"
His name was "Max" and he promptly went up to Loki and barked in his face trying to tease Loki out of his comfortable spot. Loki dug down deep into his reserve superpowers to help him stayed glued to the ground. Max eventually walked away.
"Well I don't care if you like him or not Big Boy. Barking in our noses while we are stuck here and not able to respond is just rude I tell ya. Now look at him, struting around off-leash like he can do whatever he wants. Hmph!"
Then Max came by again. Loki's superpowers were drained and Max was sporting a down-stay kryptonite too strong to resist:
"Hey Max, you look a little like me, except with floppy ears!"
Awwwe... Pups! GET A ROOM!
"Bring it on!"
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