Gracie's first day at the beach.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
She loved it. Couldn't get enough. I think the whole salt water thing confused her a bit though because she blinked her eyes a lot (girlfriend's only used to lakes). As soon as we got on the beach she pooped (thank the Lord Jesus I brought a bag) and while she was pooping, her ball was rolling away, and--she cannot let that thing out of her sight--so she was pooping, walking, pooping, walking... I wanted to kill her as I scurried along picking up droppings before the wave came and took them away. If aliens were looking down, they'd really think dogs ruled, wouldn't they? I felt a lot like Owen Wilson in Marley & Me. I'm the dog-owner that gets all the other dogs kicked off the beach. Luckily, that didn't happen. Dogs are allowed on the beach here after September 15 so along with dogs... sometimes you get, well, poop. But, I took her poop with me.