It was 24 degrees and Nick, Hamlet and I headed to the Dog beach in Brighton. Hamlet was overwhelmed by all the new experiences, smells and placement. We took him a on the walk to the sand he was bombarded by all the people and dogs that passed on the way. When we got there, he was a little skeptical, slinking back whenever he got the chance. By within half an hour, he managed to slut his way onto many laps and into counted teenage girls arms. As well joining in the chase of dogs around the beach. His poor little legs didn't get him too far in the race, but he did the absolute best he could.
Eventually we got him into the water. And he didn't like it. And all he get was his paws wet. Soon we managed to get him to swim. He looked like an otter through the water, he was so small and when got out he looked like a drowned rat. Poor thing, he looks nothing like a dog when he's wet. And so managing to venture to the first lap he saw for comfort. Haha.
It was time to leave, we had all the 'he's gorgeous, how is old he? 'and 'what type of dog is he?' we could handle. We headed back home. Fish and chips for dinner as stereotyped. It was a long and relaxing day. We loved it!
Hi lovely. Nice to see you writing here again. (Okay, I can't talk, I'm not exactly up-to-date with my blog either...)
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear things are going well for you.