Names: Spike and Chris
Chris slashed playfully through the water. He felt the warm sun on his back, the slash of water between his paws, and the crisp salty air in his lungs. Heaven.
Spike suddenly lept on him, biting and clawing. Chris rolled and ran. Spike liked to play rough. He veered off, and ran into the sea, snapping the water joyfully in his jaws. Chris lay down and sunbathed. Spike came over, dripping wet, and shook himself all over Chris. "Hey!" he cried, jumping up and snapping at his older brother. Spike ran back a bit, than sat on the sand which a happy sigh.