Spud the dog likes the beach, this is a novelty for us, our previous dogs didn’t like the seaside one little bit. They were both border collies, Badger feared the sound of kites, flapping sails and outboard motors, Moss, well Moss lived her short life a state of sensory overload, the beach was a none starter for her. But Spud loves it.
I was down on the beach this morning about 8:30, we had the place to ourselves. Lovely.
Or so I thought, unbeknown to me a family of five, replete with full beach gear*, skim boards, bats and balls, windbreak, deckchairs arrived on the beach: the three little girls in pristine sundresses. Oh dear; Spud was a bit over excited, children, balls, all equals FUN in Spuds book.
The family of five did not share his enthusiasm, and were not appreciative of his zest for life (or his wet sandy paws) nor were they willing to share their breakfast rolls.
We had to make a sharp exit; once I’d managed to catch him.