This weekend was beautiful weather. Finally, for one of the only times this month and last month, the sun actually came out from behind the miserable, grey clouds, and it was kind of warm enough to attempt to wear something other than jeans and a waterproof jacket. We decided that now was the time to take Bob for his first trip to the seaside, and headed for a day trip to Weymouth. Prepare for a lot of photos of a sandy, but happy pooch…
He wasn’t a big fan of the sea, but generally he does hate being wet. Rain, the canal, the pond, he hates having wet fur, so it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t dive straight in the sea. But he loved running around on the sand. He went ballistic when we first got on the beach, then found a pre-dug hole to dig around in, and the chased his ball.
He enjoyed it so much that, while everyone else went to get rid of some 2ps in the machines in the arcade, Bob and I headed back to the beach for a second go. He loved it.
Bless him, he slept all the way home in the car after all his running around, and went pretty much straight to bed when we got home. I’m sure he had lot’s of dreams about his time on the beach.
Hopefully he’ll be back there soon,
xx
