7/28/2010

What Did You Do On Your Weekend?

I went to the beach.

It took forever to migrate there. We got stuck in something called rush hour traffic. Diana said I was great in the car. All I know is that I was bored…until we got there and Michael gave me an EXTRA big piece of cheese because I didn’t bark much at the other dog in the lobby. AWESOME.

I didn’t like helping to unload the car, but I did like the ride in the elevator up to our rooms. After settling in a bit (code words for Diana really needing to use the little girls room), Michael slid open the deck door and I ran outside. I ran so fast I almost ran off the deck into the thin air of the night, but I stopped just in time. Phew, that was close. I just learned what being on the third floor meant. I figured out really fast that from this deck, I ruled the high ground. I was no longer short. I was tall and I could see for miles. Nothing (read dogs, deer, small children and raccoons) would slip past me.

 



The beach smells awesome. Salty, fishy, crabby, sandy, sea-weedy, earthy and wild animaly. I stood with my nose pointed into the wind for a long time absorbing this new world. We all stayed out on the deck watching the sun set, watching Venus set, and the North Star rising. I didn’t get very scared even though it was super dark because Diana said we were r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g. Nice.

I didn’t sleep very well. Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m a bit high strung. I prefer to call it vigilant. Michael prefers to call it annoying. I barked at every little thing. Hey, I wasn’t sure how to interpret the new sounds and smells.

Saturday morning was cloudy and cold. I snuggled with Diana until the sun came out and we were ready to hit the trails. I was happy.



Michael was having an awesome time leading me down the trail through the sand dunes. Only one time he tried to make me sit when another dog was coming by. As you can see, I wasn’t very good at or interested in sitting at that moment. Sorry, Michael...



Diana walks slowly! We had to wait for her to catch up. Argh, just hurry up, will ya?

 


OMG. I had the best day ever. This beats a three bark birthday day by 100. I ran and ran. I stopped and barked at seagulls. I sniffed dead crabs. I dug up clam shells. I got me feet wet in a scary rogue wave (when you’re my size, even the edge of the surf is a deep rogue wave).  But best of all I nearly fainted at the sight of the LARGEST dog I’d ever seen. Diana laughed and told me it was a horse. Sheesh, I didn’t know. For nearly three hours we played and played and played.

By evening I was worn out. So worn out I wasn’t hungry. Yeah, go figure. I drank a huge bowl of water and ate about half my dinner before crashing. We spent the rest of the night playing cards and laughing. I slept better mostly because I was so dog tired.

 


On Sunday we packed up. Again, I didn’t like the helping part but I have to supervise everything and I take my job very seriously. Once in the car heading home I snacked on Goldfish crackers. I slept. I dreamed. I woke up and looked out the front window and sighed because we were crawling up I-5 from Olympia to Federal Way. I slept some more and before I knew it, I was home.

The beach is great but home is where I rule. I didn’t know how much I missed it until I ran in the house and searched through every room barking that I was back.

All I want to know is: When are we going back?

^ . . ^



Woof

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