Surfing Dogs in the Land of Pints

I had only just boarded the plane and already I heard someone say the word "pints". There is comfort in familiarity. After a month in the Baltics I was headed back to Ireland, for a few weeks, to tie up some loose ends and get my surf on.

Today, in Lahinch, I watched a pug and some of his (her? - didn't get a good look) buddies shred waves. I don't have any pics of the dogs actually on the boards and in the water so the following will have to suffice as proof.

For those of you not into dogs wearing personal floatation devices, here's an up close view of a dude, named Fergal, surfing Lahinch.