The Australian beach: warm sand, hot sun rays, the ocean breeze refreshing you as the waves gently wash ashore. Everything seems pretty solitary until you see another person. Getting close, your eyes widen in surprise:

Sitting on a very wide lounging chair and under an umbrella is a really, really fat blue heeler drinking a 40 oz beer. He had shades and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt letting his massive gut spill on his extra thick legs that made his shorts look form fitting. He notices you and curiously raises his shades with a meaty paw, the flab of his arms hanging and bouncing with the movement.

G'day mate, I'm Bandit Heeler. Pleased to meet ya!