For the dog lovers

6,000 words with these six pictures. With a bark ratio of 3 to 1.
A beach full of frolicking dogs, such is life in Samara. I didn't realize how many pictures I had taken until I came back home to review them all. I can't have a dog right now, so it seems I was drawn to capturing them in my camera. The last one was a great photo bomb.
Some dogs played in groups and some were solo. Many had their humans with them and many did not, as far as I could tell. I'm the type of person who gets stuck wondering what the dog is thinking, or at least what it's motivation is. Or where it came from and where is it going? The life of a dog. It's good to let my mind drift while I wander the shallow waves.
Here in Samara the majority of the restaurants are open on one or even three sides. Dogs walk through all the time. We were sitting with a group of friends and two people were off a bit to one side flopped down in the sand and four companionable dogs just walked up to them to say a brief hello. Then it was off chasing each other down the wide beach.
This was the night of the full moon and I wonder if the moon means anything to these canines. Does a dog really howl at the moon? Does it have a concept of the reoccurring big glowing circle in the sky? Do they feel the change of the gravitational pull through their four legs?