I’m a Little Crabby

I bet you’re wondering what that’s all about? No, it’s not because there’ve been men swarming all over the outside of my house making the loudest of rackets…how’s a girl supposed to sleep? Or big ol’ cement trucks dumping all this stuff all over my driveway. Or nothing but a lousy couple of walks per day for a few days.

It’s because we went to the beach and it was littered…I mean LITTERED…with crab parts. Shells, legs and other unmentionables.

What’s this?

Big ones

Little ones

Here’s another!

Mom said they were Dungeness parts, whatever that means. All I know is my buddy Macy was chomping on some of those parts, so I thought I’d give it a try.

Personally, I thought rolling on them was better than chomping….

When all else fails, roll in it.

I don’t know what all that stuff was on the beach. I thought it looked like maggots, but Mom stepped on some and it dissolved. Maybe you know what it is?

And, guess what? I frolicked in the surf again and didn’t drink the salt water. Whoohoo!!

I do have to get serious for a few minutes and let you know my kitty pal, Savannah sent me a very special award! I feel so honored that Savvy is my furriend. I keep hoping she’ll come play in the mud with me, but my kittehs say that’s not a cat thing.

AND, the Nighthawk Project sent me a couple of awards a while back (sorry I’m so slow, but mud calls…)

Thanks to all of you for your support and comments. You all deserve these awards, so please feel as honored as I do! Maybe we could have a big ol’ mud pawty!!

WW: The Stick Game

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Digging for Dollars

You know how hot I get when I run, run, run and then have to wallow in the nearest mud-puddle? Well, it’s the same when I go to the coast, except there’s no mud. I just race out to the surf and lay down to cool off. Then there’s the problem with what to drink. I was drinking the ocean water even though Mom took lots and lots of fresh water with us. She kept telling me to ‘leave it’ and I think I finally figured out why. (Mom says, if you’re squeamish, don’t read what I did). That’s the weirdest water–you drink it and it comes back up so fast my head spins. Sometimes it was coming out both ends. So, this last time, I didn’t drink the ocean water! Mom was sooooooo proud of me. Instead, I had the best time frolicking in the waves.

Then I had a thought about earning some green papers. Do you remember that some bipeds used to Dial for Dollars? That was way back before I was born, but Mom remembers.  I wanted to take that one step further and Dig for Dollars.

Aha! I found one.

The dig begins

Now I’m digging in earnest

It’s not easy to find a a perfect dollar, but perseverance wins and success was had! 

Do you think this’ll get me a whole lot of green papers, Mom?

Patterns in the Sand

On a recent trip to the beach with my pals, Toby, Heidi and Macy, we noticed the tide was really out–further than we’ve ever seen it.

But since we don’t live at the beach and only visit occasionally, that doesn’t mean much. It did mean, however, that there was more beach to run on. And run we did!

Let’s play, Toby!

Uh, oh! Heidi’s after me.

Who’s ready to romp?

Is this doggy heaven, or what?

There were several other dogs on the beach that day and they joined in the fun.

Further down the beach, we noticed some interesting patterns in the sand,

something we don’t usually see when we go to the beach. Called wave-formed ripple marks, they are caused by the “right kind of winds, waves and currents”. And, interestingly, there were two distinct variations of ripple marks. Not only did we have pretty patterns to look at, the sand was hard, making it easier to run.

All good things have to come to an end, so we all piled into my friend’s dogmobile for the trip home.
We were a bunch of tired pooches!

B & W Sunday: A Windswept Beach

On a cold and wintry day, I walked alone on a windswept beachSand blew in my face.

But could I ever race!

Finding little protection,
I stand and wait.

On the windswept beach.

Mom! Throw that ball!!

Pleeze

Monday Mischief-More to my Beach Trip

While at the beach the other day, my buds and I had a little contest called ‘who gets the treat’. We all started out with one, but there was one unclaimed–was it mine?

It was like the game of “hot potato”, ‘cept it wasn’t hot and it wasn’t a potato, but you know what I mean.

Somehow, it got buried in the sand…maybe when we did some digging?

I don’t remember.

Must have been a ‘heat-of-the-moment’ thing.

“Just try to get it”

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Toby II claimed it first…

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“It’s mine now!”

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Then it was my turn…

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(A brief interlude in the treat game.)

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What are these sand castles doing here? Are they going to seize our treat?

Brilliant move, Toby! You knew exactly how to breach those battlements. All it took was a little pee…way to go!

Treat’s all yours, Toby!

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Toby did such a great job of defeating the sand castle defenders, it was unanimously decided he should get the prize.

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The fog started rolling in about then. The surf was getting dimmer and dimmer.Where’d everything go?Guess it’s time to head home….

Beach Trip-Part 1

Get in the car: check

Seat belt: check

Start your engine!We’re off to the beach!

Do you remember Haley? (She’s the St. Bernard my neighbor adopted). Well, her name is now Heidi. I kinda like that name better–reminds me of Swiss Alps and dogs that came from there. Anyhow, Heidi and I sorta hit it off and she LOVES to play!

Around and around we go.We had quite a romp!

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But then I was ready for a little ball-play.

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Pitch it, Mom!

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How high can I go?

Higher?

How was that?

A Seagull Convention?

 

When I get in the car with my BFFs Macy & Toby II, I KNOW something good is going to happen. And it did! Off to the beach we went…this time to Seaside, Oregon. It is supposed to be the last cool day before a heat wave hits this weekend (yes, it does happen here ), and we wanted to take full advantage of it!

Little did we know the annual seagull convention was taking place on the north end of the beach. Attendance was in the thousands and they were noisily debating an issue…probably who gets the best fish for dinner that night.  They took off at one point (I think to move to another convention seminar), but Mom couldn’t figure out how to do a panorama shot to show you how many there really were. You just have to imagine a sky full.

Anyhow, I was bored with the whole subject and left mid-talk. I really didn’t want to hear one more theory on the proper way to snag a fish from some hot-aired gull.

Instead, I tried to see whether I could meet or beat my best mud-wallowing moments with some sand-wallowing.

I was happy with it, but by the time we got back to the car, all that sand was gone. What’s up with that???

 

 

 

Beach? Here I Come!!

Yesterday was beach day….finally. So, pull up that beach chair and get relaxed, because there is a lot to tell you!

I went with my furiends Toby II and Macy. It was cozy…all of us in one car…but that just made it all the more fun. Of course, there’s always the potty stop along the way. We pulled into this logging road and got out.

Hey, Mom! Check this tree stump out.

It must be a million feet wide! It even has trees growing out of it. I wanted to go sniff it out, but Toby II and Macy were anxious to get to the beach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Onward we went, arriving at our destination of fun!

One of the first things we found was a turtle. This turtle was just covered with so much sand and I just knew it wanted to get out. I was good, though, and left it alone.

And then Mom found 4 perfect sand dollars. Unbroken ones are really hard to find, so she was l..u..c..k..y!!

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I found a crab. Does that count?

Toby II and I had a little crazy spell, but we had a whole beach to do it in. Look at me, Toby! I can jump higher than you!!Here’s a little video of me playing ball. What would I ever do without a ball??????

By this time, I was a bit pooped, so I dug a hole. I thought that turtle was pretty cool, so I wanted to see what it was like to be covered in sand.

Toby II  thought my hole was pretty cool–I like to share my hole digging projects–but he didn’t think he wanted to be a sandy turtle.

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Like all good things, it had to come to an end. But not before a bit of fish (salmon) and chips (what else would you get when you go to the coast?) Oh…all right…chowder, clams, oysters, crab…..

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Our lunch came with a little river entertainment.

 

 

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The end of a perfect day….

Muddy Monday: Diggin’ It

I didn’t want you to think the only thing I did while at the beach was play ball. There was a whole beach full of SAND. And what do you do with sand, you say? What any self-respecting dog would do–DIG!!All that sand felt good between my toes! I managed a couple of good holes, but didn’t find any treasure. Not even a good crab, although we saw a few crab shells.Even though it wasn’t hot, all that work means I have to cool off! And who better to do it with but my very first BFF, Toby II! (We call him Toby II because of my Toby, in case you didn’t know….)We have fun playing together–I always like it when we get to see each other! On the way home, we stopped at this little place in Seaside for lunch. It was one of those “hole in the wall” places that sometimes are the bestest places! And this was one of them–Bell Buoy Restaurant. They have a seafood shop right next door, but Mom & Dad headed straight for the little eating place. I could have gone, but Mom said my eau de stink was pretty potent.

Mom had fish & chips that was some of the freshest, wild salmon straight out of the Columbia that she ever had! She didn’t even take a picture–what kind of photographer is she, anyhow? But she did bring us a bite. It was worth the wait in the car.

I can’t wait to go back to the coast!