Pig Dog ... or Connoisseur?

I think these photos speak well to describe my dog. Silently, he disappeared, and here is where I found him.

He can't eat chocolate, he's a dog, and chocolate is dangerous for dogs. Poor dog, no one told him he's a dog.

Sunday High Tide

Well, we went to the beach. There was nearly no beach at all, just the Whidbey cliffs and about a foot wide sandy-gravelly area to walk on.

Not too bad, till we got to the area where the trees were leaning into the water, no point in getting wet, at least not in November. I need those tennis shoes to stay dry.

Doggy didn't care tho. He loves the water, but he won't get completely in the water. When he was a small puppy, he fell into the cold waters of Puget Sound. He had fun swimming, but the next day I noticed his tail was tucked down, between his legs. I thought he had a sticker, or a burr stuck under the tail, and when I went to look, he yelped, a scared cry of 'don't touch me there'.

So, I went online, and looked up 'broken tail' ... couldn't think what else to look up. It turns out there is a condition some dogs have, called 'cold tail'. Happily, his tail sprang back to life in a few days, and this smart dog has never wanted to swim underwater again. Wading is just fine he says with a grin.

After we got home, he rolled around in the weeds to dry off.

Dogs & Best Friends.

The Place With the Sand

My dog speaks English.

If anyone says the word

'beach',

they had better be prepared to actually go to the beach. Right now.

We often refer to the beach as 'the place with the sand' to avoid the direct stare of the dog, or worse, the intense crazy dog routine.

Today is my day off, and my dog and I are going to go to the place with the sand, if the tide is out far enough. So far, when I look over the high cliff to see if there is actually any sand below, I can't see any beach. I haven't said the word BEACH, but my dog knows when I look over the cliff edge, that we might go to the beach. Since I'm back inside, sitting up here typing this report for you, he is depressed. No shoes activity from me means no beach activity.

I'm going to eat my lunch, then we'll get dressed, he in his harness and leash, me in my shoes and coat, and we'll go see in person if there is enough beach. It's November, but unusually warm for Whidbey Island.

No point getting him all excited just yet. Lunch first.

Dogs & Best Friends.