Whew... I swear... I keep putting more and more little details into these things. A little there, a bit more here. When I find myself drawing surfers in the background that are roughly 25 pixels high and reflections in a cellphone... I think that's enough.

Anyway, this was a lot more complicated than I had originally thought. But, most ideas are usually that way and I totally spent more time on this than I had intended. But, I am quite happy with the results.

Working Time: Somewhere between 12-14 hours. I lost track. And I have to try and figure it out, there was a movie in the middle of this picturing process and some chatting, throws all my numbers off. *bashes my head on an adding machine to come up with a logical number* So, 12-14 is what it is.

Lightning walked up to the Sand Bar. The outdoor bar on the beach was packed with canines that were all just hanging out, having a few cold beers, margaritas and pina coladas.

The shark was a touch parched and thinking about a mixed drink himself. All of the furs at the beach were in various forms of swimwear or clothing, and all covered up for the most part.

A sign near the bar read, "No Shirt, No Service." Lightning thought this a silly rule to have for a bar ON the beach. But, he unwrapped his cell phone from his muscle shirt, a roughly cut apart old sport T-shirt, now little else than a few small scraps of fabric. He tied the split back of the shirt together in a basic knot around his dorsal fin, and strode up to the bar.

Luckily, the sign said nothing about pants, and he proudly strode up to the bar in his purple, shiny spandex thong, his dual shafts making a more than sizeable and protruding bulge.

Most of the canines at the bar looked at him with surprise. Many turned back to their conversations and beers quickly, giving the shark the straight male cold shoulder.

Lightning frowned and looked around. He spotted an Anubian jackal at the corner of the bar looking him up and down from head to toe, and what he thought, a wink as well.

The shark casually walked down to where the jackal was, a blue wolf sitting next to him at the full bar, in a shorty wetsuit, trying to stuff a lime wedge into his Corona bottle. A stool was vacant here, and he started to sit as a gay insecure Basset Hound walked up about to protest his seat being taken.

The shark's tightly thonged butt hovered just above the stool and he looked back with a sly look. "Mind if I sit here?" he said.

The jackal shifted his position, trying to hide a semi in his speedo AND board shorts, sporting a most pleased and suggestive grin across his muzzle. The blue wolf next to him, looking over as he took a swig of his beer and spotting the slightly bouncing dual bulge of the thonged shark as he sat down. The wolf nearly spit-sprayed his muzzlefull of beer everywhere.

"I know that I don't in the least." the jackal said with a wink, picking up his draft Guinness and having a big gulp of the dark, frothy stout.

Characters are © to those that they are.

The Golden (Anubian) Jackal... is me.

The Teal Reef Shark is Lightning- My hubz... Lightning

The Blue Wolf is Shadow.

That other pooch? Beats me... I made him up.