The Three Amigos go to the Beach

An excess of puppy energy wasn't getting Olive the results she wanted this morning.
Very early this morning...
Ozzie pretends she's not there--even when she's sitting on his head.
Feistiness only gets you so far when your legs are only two inches long
Rudy usually gets more than he reckoned on and seeks a safe place...
to soothe his bruised ego.
Olive just doesn't understand why nobody wants to play…

At the beach, the natural order of things was restored.
Ozzie, at home in the water, led the charge.
Olive, hesitant at first, soon headed right into the waves after him.
Rudy can't swim, but for a dog with two inch long legs, he got very wet.

We weren't the only ones who decided the beach was perfect today.
A hot, cloudless Saturday brought out everybody.
Dog walkers, including The Border Collie Club, from the look of the mass
of black and white dogs racing around.
Kids played keep away with the waves
A man worked hard on an elaborate sand castle.
Umbrella and towel encampments sprang up everywhere,
and people stood knee deep in the water fully clothed.
The picnic tables were all staked out,
a parking attendant directed traffic,
The NO PIT BULLS! sign had been amended to
NO AGRESSIVE DOGS!
It seemed to have worked.

It was a pretty idyllic scene
Except maybe for the dead crabs and jellyfish
along the water line.
Appealing to the dogs, but to us…not so much.

After a ride in the car with three wet dogs, we're home again.
And the floor is littered with sleeping dogs.
And piles of sand...