The Salty One had quite a day at the beach. I think she was glad her Papa was home. She pulled out her puppy-like obsessiveness and chased her ball like there was no tomorrow. Personally, I was most proud of her gung-ho wave jumping. I was damned and determined early in this dog’s life to make her like the water (she did not like the water and liked waves even less). She decided this was her day and caught a few good freighter waves, even taking one in the ear which left her with a funny cocked-headed expression—though it was nothing a little full-body shake couldn’t get rid of.
One of this pup’s most endearing qualities is her ability to entertain herself. My wise aunt once told me that she admires sea otters because they play well into adulthood. Well, this little furry beast should be added to that class. Sometimes it’s rolling around on the rug making funny noises, but today it was kick-and-pounce with the ball. We watched as she repeatedly chased and batted her tennis ball up and down the sand. She’d kick it soccer-style, run after it, and pounce on it, whereby she’d knock it one direction or the other and twist herself in circles trying to figure out where it went so she could pounce on it again…and this went on for quite some time, cracking us up with every iteration!
Thankfully, although we’re leaving this beautiful beach behind, we’ll soon be established near a different one. One of the reasons…okay, perhaps the most salient reason…for working in the marine realm is that it guarantees the opportunity to live and work in fantastic places and the utter avoidance of places well, landlocked. I’m a happy tourist to New Mexico, Switzerland, and even Idaho, but I’ll take life on the coastal edge any day of the week. Looks like the pup will too!
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