My Summer Vacation
(Life's a bitch beach)

I have to admit, it has been a strange summer:
My home-dogs are disappearing all around me--Tobey, Jakey and Simon all leaving the area (No more playgroup!);
Sammy is gone; Teddy and Elie gone--and now my home is full of telltale boxes...Mom and I are going somewhere.
At least she BETTER be planning to take me.

In the meantime, it seems every free minute we've had, Mom has stuffed me into the car, and we've gone to the beach. (Oh, good news to report: Mom finally decided to give me the whole back seat when we travel. I still have to wear my seat belt, but now I have an extension that lets me stick my head out the window if I want or lie down or pace in the middle of the seat. It's MUCH better than being strapped into the front seat!)

The beach has been great. I met a dreamy little poodle mix with the heart of a poet.
His name was Bono. We shared a special night--I'll never forget him.
We ran down the beach; we ran through the waves;
we chased each other into the dunes
Our Mama's looked for us for ages.
Finally, a friendly old Portie found us
. He gave us a minute to say a private goodbye,
before alerting our folks.
It broke my heart to say goodbye, but the memory of him will be with me forever....
His Mama whisked him away...I've never seen him again.
All I have left is this fuzzy snapshot of my rock star love ....

The beach has been my solace.
Thanks to a suddenly enlightened policy,
"The Man" has decided that dogs are allowed on the beach in the summer after all.
So every weekend, I wake up early and Mom and I walk the beach,
looking for white rocks for Grandpa or sand dollars for Grandma or sea glass for Mom.
Sometimes, a friendly beach human stops to pet and admire me
or another beach dog comes by to say hello;
I do my happy beach dance.
Mom says she's never seen such happy pawprints in the sand:

Hope you all are enjoying your summers, too!

licks,
banba