It had been a really long time since the Salty One had a good dunking and so we decided to make for the beach a few weekends ago to explore our new surroundings and let the pup accumulate some Atlantic Ocean copepods in her furs. Realizing that our new local beach was not nearly as liberal about free roaming canines as our former local beach, we looked around for the dog laws. It was a mixed bag—some said “No Dogs Allowed” and others said “No Dogs Allowed between Memorial Day and Labor Day.” Hmmmm. What was a responsible dog owner to do? Let the pup have a swam and claim ignorance, of course.
Despite it being a very sunny, warm, calm day, there were some waves churning. In addition, the recent storms had probably changed the beach slope quite a bit. So, when our no-fear water dog suddenly was up to her eyeballs in briny goodness not 5 m from the water’s edge, she was a bit surprised—only to be whapped upside the head by an incoming roller. We laughed. Tough love. The thought of sharkies did cross my mind (and I found out later that there are plenty along there), but we let her have a good swim, chasing tennis balls and having a grand old time rolling them around in the sand in her beach-soccer kind of way. The dog was happy!
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