Took the
dogs to the beach yesterday. Chica’s favorite place. She frantically runs up
and down the surf-line, 1,000 miles an hour, clearing out all those nasty sandpipers.
Then she goes straight in and enjoys being tossed around by the waves. A happy,
wet mutt.
But it was the first visit there for our new dog, Coco.
She stood in the shade of my shadow the whole time and looked at me asking:
“What is this sandy, wet nightmare of a place you’ve taken me to and when are we
going back home and lie on the couch like normal people?”
I think next time I’ll just take Chica and let Coco stay home.
Coco likes to sit on the couch and watch the Spanish version of “Jeopardy”.
Being from Estado Libre y Soberano de Chihuahua in Mexico, she seems to know all the answers.
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