For most of the last few weeks Duke was unable to partake 

in his favorite sport -  crab hunting. 

He digs 'em up, then bounds around them as they scurry for the safety of the sea. 

He's never yet caught one. Probably a good thing, they have sharp little pincers.

However,  the typhoons  completely changed the nature of the beach during summer, 

bringing in large grained sand about the size of coffee sugar.  

Seems like the sand crabs couldn't make their tunnels in this new stuff as it 

collapsed easily, so abandoned us for weeks. 

On our morning walks a bewildered Duke searched in vain.  

But now the beach has gradually returned to its old style soft sand and the crabs are back, 

much to Duke's delight.