no barking on mondays, please
It was tough getting back on track this morning, but I still managed to get the dogs to the beach this morning. We went Saturday and Sunday, both busy days with lots of sun and discussion with other Dog Beach people. I went earlier than usual this morning, hoping to enjoy a quiet morning to recoup from last week and get some "Jen" time. When we first arrived, it was just Dude, the Chesapeake Bay Retriever, and his owner, Sean. Riptide & Tempest like to play tug-a-war with Dude and his frisbee while Sean and I chat and drink coffee. This was relaxing. Before long, the white puppy (35-pound Terrier mix of some sort) from yesterday played with Riptide again, and again for too long. Riptide started to "school" the puppy on how to back off, but the puppy wouldn't have it. So, Riptide snapped at him. And the puppy barked back. Just like yesterday, the barking didn't stop. Very loud and at a pitch that goes through your brain. In mid-sentence while listening to Sean, I said "Okay, time for walk." Doggies, please. Give us owners a break on Monday morning. Let up a bit on the yaps.
I have to get a small camera to take to the beach so I can capture these pups at their best and worst.
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