My parents got a little place on the beach last week for them and us. It was lovely. The weather was mostly georgous, the ocean was unusually warm most of the time, and the water was almost glassy smooth. The sand of the beach was soft and fine, and we had a private beach for the 30-some little cottages that belonged to the place we rented from. Our cottage was about 15 feet from the sea wall, which meant we had a georgous unobstructed view of the water.
Okay, I’ll admit, the set-up wasn’t ideal. There was no air conditioning, which gave us some big worries. We thought we might have to get an extra hotel room I could retreat to, but after the first day, the temperature was pretty mild all the time. Other than that, though, it was georgous.
Like everyone else, service dogs like to get a bit of a vacation. Hudson had a great time. He spent most of the week not working, which meant he was either chilling or playing. On stormy days, we scooted out between storms and let the boy have some time off-leash to run on the beach.
Hudson did some sniffing. You have to understand, sniffing is one of Hudson’s favorite things to do. And on a beach, there are lots and lots of new things to sniff. Seaweed, dead sea critters, seashells, water, seagrass, sandcastles, so on.
He also got some good runs in! We had a chance to let him loose between little squalls, and he tore off around the beach. He was really funny to watch – Hudson’s not the most athletic of dogs, but he sure is enthusiastic about it.
Isn’t he silly looking with his ears up over his head from the last big bound? I can’t tell you how happy he was to be running – so happy, he forgot that he was supposed to come when he was called! Naughty beast. When he didn’t come, he got rounded up by the boyfriend and clipped back on a leash for the walk of shame back to the cottage. (well, it was only the walk of shame because not coming when he’s called ends his playtime)We all enjoyed the beach, with the lovely breeze, mild weather, warm water, and soft sand.
Hudson also discovered that he likes swimming! The last time we took him to the beach a year ago, it was somewhere that had about 4 foot surf, which was wayyy too much for my little fuzzbutt. But the water at our vacation spot this year was clear and glassy, with the very smallest of wavelets where the water hit the sand. I walked into the water, and he came in willingly up to the middle of his chest. A little coaxing got him deeper and swimming, and suddenly he was having fun! He swam around me and out to the boyfriend and back. We went back out several times, and he seemed to enjoy it a lot. His method of starting to swim was hilarious – he would get out to about chest-deep, and then give this great LEAP before he starts surging around swimming. I wish we had pictures or video to show you! Okay, maybe he only liked swimming a little bit, because he had to be coaxed out into the water every time.
Anyhow, I’ll be back to my regular posting next week, but for now, I’m enjoying the last of my vaaaaaacation!