There I was, chillaxing at the Firehouse on Balboa Island after a nice morning walk. But no rest for the weary (or wicked, tee hee). Mum pointed out what she said was “the cutest wee goldie” and suggested that I show him the ropes of socializing with a grown up dog. He did turn out to be a fine wee chap.
We like to walk on the beach late in the day when the tide is low and the air cool. We park by the elementary school and can walk on pavement clear out to near the water, so the deep sand doesn’t hurt my knees. We stroll a bit and sit and sniff the air and watch the waves too. Ha ha, this is when I get really good massages !