Well, it would be if it was up to me.
Monday night Willie (my male human) came home from work and offered me a trip to the beach. He didn’t need to ask twice. The beach is my favourite place to go. I was a wee little puppy the first time he took me. It was all a bit alarming at first with the wind blowing my ears about and the crashing waves, but I loved the freedom. In those early days I wasn’t allowed off the leash yet, but after a while I was allowed to run free, and splash in the water. This is my happy place. I try to show that by looking happy and enthusiastic
My humans like taking me to the beach to tire me out and get rid of all my excess energy. They have this game they play where they walk some distance apart and then take turns to call me. Or run me up and down the dunes. One of them stands up on the dune, the other at the bottom of the dune. They’re taking advantage of the fact that I like to keep my pack together. I indulge them for a while to please them, but really – do they think I’m stupid?!
Pity Neurotic Cat can’t come along. She would love the giant sandpit.
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