The day before Independence Day (let’s call it IDay), my Mommy and Daddy packed me up in the car to go Bye Bye. I had no idea where we were going this time, but I had a pretty good guess it was either to go to Dr. Dave’s, Home Depot, the park, swimming, camping, or hiking. A long period of time passed, much longer than it took to get to any of the aforementioned areas and I got a little excited. Mommy and Daddy let me out in some parking lot to go potty, but I didn’t know where I was so I couldn’t go. After a long time back in the car, I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and closed my eyes. I woke up every once in a while to survey the area and every time I looked out the window, it looked completely different than anything I’d ever seen before. Mommy and Daddy kept telling me, “You’re doing good, Kote. Only a little while longer.” Whatever that meant.
We FINALLY stopped the car. Mommy and Daddy leashed me up and let me out. They said we were in a place called San Diego. Oh, the smells! St. Augustine grass, eucalyptus trees, white birds I’ve never seen before, and lots of new dog smells. I pottied on the prickly grass and we walked up to a door. The door opened and inside was Auntie Adrian and Uncle Scott! I was sooooo excited to see them. The last time I’d seen them it was Christmas. The excitement took over and I had to sniff every inch of that apartment. I could already tell that Auntie A was a great cook, the air was filled with all the yummy dinners she makes. I set in and before too long it was bedtime.
The next day, IDay, Auntie A, Mommy, and Daddy took me to a new dog park. There were 3 golden retriever friends there and we had a great time. Lots more doggy friends showed up, but I got hot and it was time to go back to Auntie A’s. We all got ready and went for a ride to another house. The nice man who lived in the house was Larry, Scott’s dad. He showed us to the backyard, which was where I encountered the world’s largest water bowl…or so I thought. As it turns out, this big bowl of water is called a swimming pool. Now, I love to swim, but I just couldn’t figure out how to get into the swimming pool. Here’s a video of me trying to swim.
After Uncle Scott showed me where the second step was, I swam my little heart out. Mommy and Daddy were in the pool and I had so much fun swimming back and forth to them. It was so refreshing. Boy, was I tired when we got home!
The next day, Uncle Scott, Auntie A, Mommy and Daddy loaded me up in the car yet again and we went for another drive. I thought we were going back to the swimming pool but I was wrong. When we finally got to where we were going, I looked out the window and saw dogs…LOTS of DOGS! I was so excited and couldn’t get out of the car yet. I squirmed and squealed and squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. We had to park the car kind of far and walk over but it was worth it.
Auntie A was walking me and when we first reached the sand, I couldn’t believe how soft it was. We followed all the other people and dogs down the sandy path and that’s when I saw it. It was the most beautiful thing! Bigger than anything I’d ever dreamed of! One half was sand, the other, water. Daddy called it “the biggest Dog Beach” he’d ever seen. A dog beach?!? Auntie A finally took my leash off and I ran. I ran right into that Pacific Ocean, took a whiff of the ocean air, turned around to show Mommy and Daddy…and that’s when it hit me…literally! A wave crashed right over my head! I swam a little bit, but I was able to touch the sand. As it turns out, the Pacific was a little too rough for my liking, so I did what I do best…I ran! Running on a cool beach, weaving in and out of people and dogs, was the best feeling I had ever had. It was then that I realized I was free…well, for a little bit anyway.
Mommy and Daddy just watched and knew that I was happy. I had found my independence!
I got to go back to that dog beach one more time the next day and had just as much fun. I guess it’s never as good as your first time though. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live!
The car ride back home wasn’t as bad as the ride down. I dreamt a lot, mostly about running free on the beach.
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