Brilliant white sands unfold under the view of this particular video, grains of grit lightly swirling in the breeze and the rhythmic voice of ocean waves murmuring in the background.
Pattering across the sand, with its wet fur rendered yellowish white by the gravel that coats it, a large dog bounds ahead of the camera with its snoot all but excavating a trench in the beach.
As the view pursues the Labrador's progress, the perspective bouncing with each of the unseen cameraman's steps, you can distinctly hear furtive, child-like giggles escorting each of the canine's obsessive sniffs.
The mirth swiftly perishes as the footage's forward momentum is arrested, the dog having abruptly paused in its tracks with its muzzle raised in the air and nostrils agitatedly flaring.
A series of puzzled murmurings accompany the film as the quadruped slowly edges away from some unseen entity; its hackles raised and chest vibrating with an escalating growl that culminates in an outburst of furious howls.
As a small hand reaches from off-screen to calm the maddened hound, the view gradually pans upwards.
The shift in elevation reveals a deep trench scored horizontally down the width of the beach, terminating at the lapping waterline.
It almost resembles the type of gouge that a sizable, flat-bottomed boat would have left in the sand had such a craft been dragged into the sea.
Almost.
The viscous pool of crusty, greenish-yellow cytoplasm that cakes the trough places that particular assessment into question.
Pattering across the sand, with its wet fur rendered yellowish white by the gravel that coats it, a large dog bounds ahead of the camera with its snoot all but excavating a trench in the beach.
As the view pursues the Labrador's progress, the perspective bouncing with each of the unseen cameraman's steps, you can distinctly hear furtive, child-like giggles escorting each of the canine's obsessive sniffs.
The mirth swiftly perishes as the footage's forward momentum is arrested, the dog having abruptly paused in its tracks with its muzzle raised in the air and nostrils agitatedly flaring.
A series of puzzled murmurings accompany the film as the quadruped slowly edges away from some unseen entity; its hackles raised and chest vibrating with an escalating growl that culminates in an outburst of furious howls.
As a small hand reaches from off-screen to calm the maddened hound, the view gradually pans upwards.
The shift in elevation reveals a deep trench scored horizontally down the width of the beach, terminating at the lapping waterline.
It almost resembles the type of gouge that a sizable, flat-bottomed boat would have left in the sand had such a craft been dragged into the sea.
Almost.
The viscous pool of crusty, greenish-yellow cytoplasm that cakes the trough places that particular assessment into question.