Beach! Beach! Beach!

I had just finished my quarter hounder (see earlier post) and was wondering how the day could get any better when we stopped at my favorite place: Carmel Beach!!!

Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh wow!

I forgot I have arthritis and I went running headlong down the stairs, onto the sand and into the sea!!! I found a stick in the sea and brought it to daddy.Daddy threw the stick into the sea for me so that I could splash about in the waves and retrieve it. Daddy was as excited as me to play fetch with the stick. Every time I brought the stick back, he gave me two paws up!Then daddy wanted to hold the stick too. It was my stick though and I didn’t want to let him have it. Eventually I allowed him to share it with me. We walked up and done the beach, each holding the stick. Then daddy tried to take my stick and keep it for himself. We had a good game of tug over it!​

​But I was not going to let that stick go! In the end, daddy gave up. He was not happy about losing the stick. He said something about learning to share.

Blah, blah, blah, daddy! Human noises…I’m not listening!