I talked about it for months, but finally took my dog Monkey (the scruffy one) to see the beach for the first time last week. One of my best friends brought her dog Laker along too. (black one) We also had Rusty, my neighbor’s dog with us. It was an adventure to say the least. We loaded them up in her SUV and headed north to Malibu. The beach was empty, and we were stoked.
None of the dogs had ever seen the deep blue sea so it was thrilling to see them pounce onto the sand with eager anticipation. We let them off leash (not sure if that is legal), and they all simultaneously began to run full speed in one direction. For a moment we thought we had lost them, but they turned and sprinted back to us. Hilarious. Pure exhilaration for them. Not sure how to compare it to us when we get excited seeing something new, but all I can say is it brought a huge smile to my face and filled my heart.
Monkey, who I thought would be the most active and jump right in, surprised me. He was afraid of the water, and would run to the edge and slam on the brakes. Rusty and Laker dove straight ahead into the breaking waves. After 40 minutes of running and throwing ball, a beach volunteer/security found us. Oops! Dogs aren’t suppose to be off-leash. The fun was over in a flash. We packed up, and headed home.
I have to say it was like having a perfect day getaway. Driving along Pacific Coast Hwy. with the beach in full view, and your buddy and dog along for the ride. It doesn’t get much better than that! California Rules!