While we waited for our ferry to Islesboro, Lucy had a chance to meet the ocean for the first time.
|Lucy looking very unsure.|
|Notice the "I can flee at any moment" leg stance.|
|Making sure the rock has no nefarious intentions.|
|And a step back in response to her first little wave.|
|Making sure the seaweed's credentials are in order.|
|Toes wet at last. But that is about as far as she went. This is no water dog.|