A BEACH, A BLANKET BUT NO BINGO
Woof, Kids!
The peeps and I just cruised back to Tampa after spending the weekend on Sanibel Island. Photo below.
Mutts, I absolutely ran wild on that beach...chasing birds, chasing waves, zigging and zagging in the sand, nuzzling tons of seashells and meeting some other nice hounds.
It was kind of a drag that Gaz and Moolie sort of chastised me for the bird chasing. Big bummer there, but it was all so fun...I didn't even care. Besides, those birds were a tad arrogant...running JUST in front of me and stopping and taunting me.
Oh, I did get some stickers caught in my coat a few times while walking through the dunes and my peeps had to remedy that nasty sitch. No biggie and I was quickly back to being my frisky self all over the beach.
I did get sort of pouty when these two up and ditched me for a few hours on Saturday night. I had a movie to watch, natch, so it wasn't totally a drag. Good news though...when they FINALLY got back to our old-style Florida bungalow...a HUGE bone was all wrapped up just for me and that sent me into ecstasy. Evidently, they went to the dog bone store or something. Yep, they are always thinking of me...well, mostly. Come to think of it...they also left me on Saturday morning and I got zip when they got back.
I was curious as Moolie kept saying something about a beach party and a blanket and bingo...whatever could all that mean? I totally got the part about the beach (we were on it), and a blanket (for sitting)....but, I tell you canines, I saw not a single sign of bingo on that Sanibel beach. Beach...Blanket...Bingo...it just doesn't make sense to sit on a beach on a blanket and play bingo. Humans can think of and do the strangest things, huh?
Sanibel Island Is So Very, Very Quiet
The peeps and I just cruised back to Tampa after spending the weekend on Sanibel Island. Photo below.
Mutts, I absolutely ran wild on that beach...chasing birds, chasing waves, zigging and zagging in the sand, nuzzling tons of seashells and meeting some other nice hounds.
It was kind of a drag that Gaz and Moolie sort of chastised me for the bird chasing. Big bummer there, but it was all so fun...I didn't even care. Besides, those birds were a tad arrogant...running JUST in front of me and stopping and taunting me.
Oh, I did get some stickers caught in my coat a few times while walking through the dunes and my peeps had to remedy that nasty sitch. No biggie and I was quickly back to being my frisky self all over the beach.
I did get sort of pouty when these two up and ditched me for a few hours on Saturday night. I had a movie to watch, natch, so it wasn't totally a drag. Good news though...when they FINALLY got back to our old-style Florida bungalow...a HUGE bone was all wrapped up just for me and that sent me into ecstasy. Evidently, they went to the dog bone store or something. Yep, they are always thinking of me...well, mostly. Come to think of it...they also left me on Saturday morning and I got zip when they got back.
I was curious as Moolie kept saying something about a beach party and a blanket and bingo...whatever could all that mean? I totally got the part about the beach (we were on it), and a blanket (for sitting)....but, I tell you canines, I saw not a single sign of bingo on that Sanibel beach. Beach...Blanket...Bingo...it just doesn't make sense to sit on a beach on a blanket and play bingo. Humans can think of and do the strangest things, huh?
Sanibel Island Is So Very, Very Quiet
Hey,Diva Reggie,It sounds as if you had a woofin' big time on the beach. Let me tell you, birds are like squirrels, they love to torture and torment you. I know. My back yard is loaded with both. They come right up to my window, knowing I can't get them. It seems as if they are thumbing their nose at me. My mommy lets me go after them . So far, 14 have never eaten another pecan. Maybe next trip, you will catch with those nasty birds, if Moolie and Gaz will turn that leash loose for 15 seconds. Good luck...the Bitster
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