April 3rd 2013 11:37 am
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Hi! I'm Bella the 1 1/2 yr old corgi! My days include naps, pets, plays, and occasionally, WETS! By the way, wets means beach or pool play. Anyways, this is the story of my fabulous beach day with my new amazing pal Ollie, the 15 month old goldie.
Well, since my favorite beach closed for dog (bummer :-/), I had no time for interaction with my new doggy friends, and I would never EVER see them again! I was depressed for a few days, but then a miracle happened. My mom and my sister brought me to a place where it seemed nasty; barely any beach to run around on, big rocky rubble washed up on shore (from hurricane sandy). I didn't like it, especially the dog that was there too. He was BIG and CLUMSY and in your face all the time. I kinda kept to myself when he tried to touch noses and play. I paced back and forth on the stairs, but my sister lifted me up and plopped me down, right there, on the sand, next to Ollie.
We sniffed, just as dogs do, but I put no effort into wanting to acknowledge his presence. We had to cross over a rocky place under and arch, but there weren't any steps for me! Ollie, his master, my master, and my sis all climbed up and down with ease, but no one helped me or realized my legs were MUCH to small and delicate to climb over, well, THAT! So I went around it, unfortunately having to get my paws a bit wet before I wanted to. :-(
I was greeted with a wet-nosed Ollie, and then it happened. He pounced on me! Then the chase started, along the beach line. I ran, with a lanky puppy close on my nub (since I don't really have a tail). Our people laughed, walking forward to catch up with us. I made a quick agile stop, causing Ollie to stumble over me. Ollie, giving up on the chase, resorted to the blue clear ocean.
"Come on! It's awesome!" Ollie's body language hinted to me.
"Ok..um..Ollie, I can't swim well" I signed, bobbing my head.
"Here, lemme come to the shore" Oliie walked over to my location. Together, we walked paw deep together. Maybe Ollie wasn't that bad a dog :-).
We raced back and forth, across the beach and into the water, all around together. We ended up having the best time!!!!
The moral of this story is, don't judge a dog by it's wag!
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