So like . . . I just knew something was up when I observed Mymi doing those pesky household errands like washing the clothes in the big basket. I always gotta depart my domain with the auto for quieter parts. & then she dragged out that rolling bag into which she places some articles of clothing (which humans are inclined to wear, don’t ask me why they shed all their fur in the 1st place).
Of course filling the rolling bag takes time & careful consideration to place just the correct articles in bc Mymi always want to ensure she’s warm enough. Again, don’t ask me why when she could just wear her fur coat like I do. Like us dogs do.
& also she goes out of the domain looking kind of ragged. What fur is left, on top of the human head, is all messed up & she clips it up outta her face. & her fingernails get all duded up with fancy colors & designs.
Yessiree! All the signs were there, staring me in the face. Mymi was going on a roadtrip & I, myself, was going to MySpa & Resort. Now don’t get me wrong. I like MySpa & Resort. It’s OK as these things go, however, I like my very own domain & am not so inclined to leave it for undetermined amounts of time & overnight.
Imagine my shock & surprise when Golfernut loaded up his car with all Mymi’s gear & encouraged me into my shot gun position behind the driver & away we went, not anywhere near MySpa & Resort. We just kept traveling & traveling & pretty soon we were outta My Valley & into quiet & treefull areas. Traveling along 2 lane highways with no center dividers & quiet little towns to pass thru. That’s when I became overjoyed bc it was clear I wasn’t going to MySpa & Resort & maybe I was accompanying my folks on a roadtrip like I did way back a long time ago when we returned to the Great State of CA with GrandSire. Imagine my joy.
It turned out to be sooooo fun. Upon arrival at our destination, a pet friendly motel, all the gear was unpacked & dropped off & we went exploring. 1st stop, something called a Headlands where I could run & run til I almost ran off the end of AnimalPlanet.com. Shew doggies, that was close. I actually slipped off the edge & hadda seek a way back up to where my humans were, looking over the edge with fear & concern etched in their faces. But I found my way back up & all was well. It’s exhilarating, living on the edge.
The following day was the funnest day eVer! We went down to the beach & I stuck my feet in the big big Pacific Ocean for the very 1st time. I could tell it was the Pacific cuz the waves rolled in from the left instead of the right. Us being on the left coast & all.
I got to run & play tag with the waves. & run some more up & down the very long beach. Got to rub & rub & rub my muzzle in the wet sand to get the scent of the ocean in my system. Got to explore a sea cave. We even heard sea lions aarping but we didn’t actually see any.
Then we hadda leave & I was promised another day at the beach the next day but we couldn’t find any other beach that was K9 friendly. So I hope I getta go to the beach again some time soon, real soon. It was the Funnest Day I Ever had.
Also, I gotta ride in a golf cart & see 1st paw what all the hoopla about golf is about. It ain’t such a big deal near as I can tell. I mean humans hit a tiny very hard ball with a stick & then they stand around & gripe about what went wrong with that shot. Then they jump in said cart & squeeze me in the middle & drive like crazy to the ball they just hit which they griped about. They hit the same ball again . . . & gripe. & again & again (if luck holds) until they get to a flat spot with a hole in it which they try, mostly unsuccessfully, to hit the little ball into. I mean. Seriously. I’d rather play in the ocean waves.