Dog Beach and Inner Puppies

Fact: It is impossible to be in a bad mood at dog beach.

There is something about the ocean that transforms this middle-aged dog into a wild-eyed puppy. Watching him splash around guarantees a smile formation on both of our faces.

I don’t know why mommy keeps calling me Cujo

Because of the gorgeous light, my favorite time to hit the beach is early morning or late afternoon. Weekdays are also better for smaller crowds, which suits us fine since Kona is more interested in water-biting and rolling around on dead things than interacting with other dogs.

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When will I learn that ingesting salt water doesn’t end well?

Although there’s usually a few dogs who catch his interest, they just go for a few rounds of play and move on.

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Thanks for the play time! Gotta move on down the road now.

Beach dwellers often leave behind some interesting items. Kona scouted out this stuffed beaver. I’m pretty sure he wanted to get ahold of it and create a beach snow scene.

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Is this an ocean beaver?

And of course, he poops at least twice in the sand. Every. Single. Time.

Hey lady, when you gotta go, you gotta go, right?

The ocean is so healing and invigorating, especially after a long week. Totally worth the salty-sandy mess it creates in my car. Experience has taught me to always have a towel or two in my car, especially for days like this 😉

Okay lady, let’s go! Time for this doggy to eat dinner.

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Dog Day Afternoon, Ocean Style

On this fine Saturday morning Kona and I started off to Dog Beach. As we were cursing along Coast Highway, the traffic became thick with brake lights and people were swarming the are. Oh crap. I finally realized it was the final weekend of the US Surf Open.

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Luckily, we got through downtown without a glitch and found great parking. This guy found great parking too.

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Good ol’ Ruby’s Diner. Back when I was a kid it was The End Cafe, before it was destroyed by huge waves in 1983.

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No, bub, I’m not following you into the water just yet.

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Harbor Patrol keeping it safe.

DSC_0021Remember what happened last time you drank salt water? Highly undesirable after-effects.

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Rottie-love.

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C’mon already! It’s time to get wet!

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Pretty houses on the way back to the car.

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More pretty houses. Some were empty! Do people actually live here?

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 Cheers to a fabulous weekend!