Toto trotted steady tempo through the urban streets as both exertion and waves of reflected sun began tempting tongue to droop; terraqueous terrain was still blocks and a subway distanced, but he could smell the sea spray in his olfactory memories and his paws remembered the joy of digging dog angels in the dunes, points that piqued his continued pull toward land of the gull—where canine contentment is ever full. ; )