It was hot this weekend. Not warm. Hot. The thermometer in my car said it was 96 degrees when we got to the t-ball field and I couldn't help feeling like we must've left spring somewhere and picked up an early dose of summer. I'm not complaining, really, but that's only because it's supposed to cool down by midweek and a few days of hot is totally manageable.
So we did what lots of people do when it gets hot in the valley...we headed to the beach. But we tried something new.
The dog beach.
Now we go to the dog park pretty often and Oakley could pretty much take it or leave it. She doesn't really play with the other dogs. She usually just sticks by my side or runs around with the boys. But we keep going...mostly because we (humans) like to watch all of the other dogs play, and partly because I keep hoping maybe she'll learn something from them (like how to play fetch and how it requires bringing the ball back...not just running to it and then back again or not running at all).
I should also note that she's not a fan of water.
Why then, you might ask, would you take your dog to the dog beach which is by nature full of other dogs and water?
Cause it was fun!
Just maybe not for the uh, dog.
I tried to tell her that it was supposed to be fun...that some dogs actually enjoy it.
But after a wave surprised her she just watched in disgust from safer ground.
(I suppose it's a little like someone trying to convince me that rollercoasters are fun)
She hated the sand, the ocean, the other dogs sniffing her butt. I don't think she particularly liked the 45 minute drive or the bath she got when we got home.
In fact I think she hates me a little right now.
Luckily she's a dog, and she'll have forgiven me by breakfast tomorrow.
And I promised her that the next time we go to the dog beach we'll go dog less.
Personally, I love the beach.