She found a large stone and used it to dig up sand at the surf (is that the correct term for where the water meets the shore?). There was another dog at the beach. Apparently Greta and Arlo are guarding their Willa. 2 minutes later, the other dog was romping with Greta through the water like they were reunited sorority sisters. We stoped at a small preserve at the side of the road and saw water lilys and minnows. This is where Willa learned "windy." The late August storms and other weather have given us a good language lesson.