Another Day, Another Trip to the Beach

Stella hates riding in the car. Well, I should say that riding in the car doesn't agree with her stomach. But when she starts to smell that sea air, she moans from the back seat that it's ALL worth it.

The best part about being at the beach is the cool air and walking through the neighborhood where 17,000 dogs have been just before we got there. Stella has tons to smell and our walks are slow and deliberate because of it. No aerobic walking for us!

But first we have to go take a look at the ocean. It was a great day, no crowds, and the people who were on the beach were friendly, friendly, friendly.

Although Stella loves the beach, it always takes her a day or two to recover from the change in routine, the extra warmth in the house (grandma and grandpa like it toasty), and then that twisty-turny ride back home. I was concerned this time, though, that it was more than that. I thought I saw her little heart light flicker, but the next day, she was back to her old self . . . galloping through the neighborhood, glad to have gone, glad to be back.