2. I'm needed at the beach. I have to take care of all those surfers who need a, let's say, beach-traffic-coordinator. That's me, Pipa-the-Baywatcher (*Baywatch soundtrack*).
3. I basically need to dig holes (I've already told you about my hope to find a treasure, like a giant bone or a box of white napkins or socks) and I need to scrach my back properly. Everybody knows that the only place in the world where a happy dog can scrach his back is at the beach, 'cause of those... mmm.... medical-psichological-philosophal properties of the fresh sand (cof cof cof).
4. I need to make friends. Lot's of friends.
Do you every-pup understand this addiction? I bet you do. I really bet you do. ;º