We're Beach Dogs

We've been talking about it for a couple of weeks now, and finally it's happened!

We made it to the beach!

Not "the beach" where Gramma and Auntie Judith and Zoë live (in their houses - in north Florida)

but THE BEACH - the real beach with endless sand and water!

It's less than a mile from their homes, the water and sand.

But the dog beach is further away (maybe three or four miles.)  Far enough to have to drive.

Far enough to have to get Moma in action to take us.

And that's been hard - cuz she's been sick.

But we've been patient, and it paid off!

We made it!

This was my second visit (I was here last summer.) 

But it was Fergi's first.

I recognized the sights, sounds, and smells right away, and tried to teach my sissie what I knew.

We all wanted her first experience to be a good one.

"Start slow.  Get used to all of this at your own pace."

She listened.  She trusts me.

 

"Head on down these stairs. Past the shoes. They're not worth paying attention to.

There's much better stuff ahead."

"Here it is Fergi!

We're on the beach!  This is sand! That's the Gulf of Mexico!"

I remembered!  I didn't need the "warm up" time that I needed last year.

This was MY beach!   Now it's OUR beach!

 

Check out that new pier.  The old one got destroyed by a hurricane a couple of years ago.

This one is still under construction, and it's LONG!

(I think we'll be able to walk out on it when it's finished - in another year or so.)

"Whaddya think, Fergi?

Isn't this GREAT?

It's here for us to play!  This is part of the big world meant for us to enjoy!

We'll take it slow and easy, but we're thinking you're gonna love it!"

(Moma's glad you've got those speckles, Fergs.  

She says you'd blend in with the sugar white sand, otherwise.

But don't worry. You won't be getting away from us.

Our people even double leashed you, until they know you are safe and sound.)

 

"Look, Fergi!  All the way down the beach.

You can sorta see the pink rays of the sun as it sets to the west."

 

"We're going to be able to enjoy this beach together, Fergs.

You and me. With our people."

"And with our cousin Zoë.  She loves it, too."

(I'm glad she joined us this evening. We love her so much.

And she's a really fast runner. She models how to really let loose and FLY on the beach!)

We got sort of a late start this night, and the sun set shortly after we got there. 

Moma promised we'd come back earlier next time.

But we'll probably still wait till evenings.

It's so much cooler.  The sand's not so hot.

We don't have to worry about us white coated doggies getting sunburnt

and there aren't so many people.

(The doggie beach really isn't very big - but it's nice and we plan to take full advantage of it.)

"You're gonna love it, Fergi. It's really a very special place."

"And we'll be able to enjoy it for several more weeks."