On a average day at Marine Park Casey would be winding his way from rock to outcrop and back. Today our guy was playing it safe for some reason. A stiff sea breeze, "pounding" surf, and squawking gulls made our late-afternoon stroll way more laid back, and suited Casey Mac just fine. 
Our normally "no fear" shoreline explorer wanted nothing to do with high tide
and rough seas.
In fact at one point he tried to stick his head back in the dangling leash collar, obviously feeling much safer tethered to us. We got the message.
High tides and/or green grass? Is that a trick question?
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