Another one Bites the Beach

The highlight of any puppy's early days...that first sniff of marsh across East Beach Causeway, that first excited pacing in the sandy parking lot, that first glimpse of white sand and THE BIGGEST POOL I HAVE EVER SEEN (Browdie's words, not mine) that comprises the first trip to the beach.

We headed out with the little Hodges (and their young Golden, Max) to get the last of the light. Browdie took to it like a fish to - well.

He loved it.

He ran straight after Tilley then was caught up in the excitement of it all, including getting chatted up by one of those fellas on the skateboard/windsurfer apparrati (Browdie climbed right on the deck no problem).

Then it was time to hit the water, where Browdie tumbled right in to the surf line as Tilley and Max chased Ann Marie and Sam all over. Laika wandered around, happy as a clam and not minding wearing two leis as Tilley's had worked its way down to her waist like a tutu due to all the bodysurfing action.

Occasionally Browdie would get a little too much wave for his height (at his size, this didn't take much) and just shook it off like a pro.

Finally he decided he was a little waterlogged, salty, wet, and cool, and begged for Daddy to hold him until the last bit of pink light scooted out of the sky and we headed home for a rinse off in the pool.