On Saturday, Patra interrupted my nap and asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. Well, she knows she doesn't have to ask ME twice... I LOVE a drive!
It was early evening and I was wondering where we were going. The windows were open a bit and I could smell something different but familiar in the air. . . kinda salty. And then I knew . . . "we're going to the big water!!!" On our way there, there was a road check and we had to stop. The officer on the left told us we were "good" and to continue on, just then the officer on the right (my side of the car) said, "Hey! Look at the bulldog!" So the other officer peeked in, "Oh wow! He's really cute! Cool dog!!" I telepathically said "Thanks! I like you too, you're a nice guy!" And we were back on our way.
Moments later, we turned right and pulled into the Pier/Bait Station parking lot. Let me explain that unfortunately, dogs are not allowed out of the car at the beach or any part of the "State Park/Beach" property. They have signs all over to let us know :-( Personally, I think the rule is just plain silly. It's the PEOPLE that leave all kinds of messes behind, not us pets! We just want to have a nice time and play!
Anyway, Patra drove around and pulled up along the edge of the parking lot closest to the fishing piers, so I could smell and watch. I LOVE "people watching"! There was a man at the end of the kayak pier that was interesting :
But this guy was a lot more fun to watch. He kept flailing this big stick back and forth . . . I thought at first that maybe he wanted to play with me! But he didn't pay much attention to me (I think maybe he was visually impaired and just COULDN'T see me. Why else would anyone not notice or pay attention to a bulldog, right?). He continued to play with the stick, then got frustrated and left. I think he was new to this because he was dressed a lot nicer than the others who were there!
I the sun started going down and we parked on the other side so I could watch. I love sunsets! :
I suddenly felt kinda tired and began to yawn. Patra took the hint and began driving home. I was feeling a bit munchy and was hoping she would stop at the big yellow "M" on our way (as is our habit most of the time . . .) and, she did NOT disappoint! When we got home, I had a few fries and a tiny taste of the ice cream (why is she so stingy with the ice cream??). I settled on to the couch (I'm trying to boycott my beds to get a new one!) and waited for my Lisa to come home.
What a nice evening!