We took Marti to the beach for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was maybe one of the least relaxing "should be relaxing" type of events. Pugs were allowed, but not off leash, so I had to maintain constance vigilance to make sure Marti didn't jump in the ocean, terrorize small children or eat sand and seaweed. I wasn't able to stop the ingestion of sand. She probably ate a cup of the stuff.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Best Friends at the Beach
July 6. Beach. Notice the long sleeves, jeans, and general appearance of cold. This is Northern California.

We took Marti to the beach for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was maybe one of the least relaxing "should be relaxing" type of events. Pugs were allowed, but not off leash, so I had to maintain constance vigilance to make sure Marti didn't jump in the ocean, terrorize small children or eat sand and seaweed. I wasn't able to stop the ingestion of sand. She probably ate a cup of the stuff.
We took Marti to the beach for the first time a couple of weeks ago. It was maybe one of the least relaxing "should be relaxing" type of events. Pugs were allowed, but not off leash, so I had to maintain constance vigilance to make sure Marti didn't jump in the ocean, terrorize small children or eat sand and seaweed. I wasn't able to stop the ingestion of sand. She probably ate a cup of the stuff.
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2 comments:
I love that photo. Too precious.
Awe, look how cute you and Martina look on the beach!
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