Time for a Beach Romp ~ Trinidad, California

Early Sunday morning ~ the beach

was peaceful and we had the view to

ourselves for a short time.

Meet Cannon.

He shot onto the beach

well...

like a cannon.

He'd run down the beach

long before his owner could

throw the tennis ball for him.

Can you see the other visitors

in the photo below?

You'll probably have to

click on the photo to enlarge it.

There's three kayaks out there.

I didn't see them at the time.

Look who else came to the beach.

I don't know this dogs name.

Let's call him "Yellow Dog".

Looks like he was anxious for

permission to run out to the beach.

Yellow Dog,

ran straight to the ocean.

  Cannon stopped short of the waves

and decided to wait 

 for the next ball toss.

The ball caught Yellow Dog's

attention as well.

Yellow Dog,

looks very much like

our yellow lab Brinkley did.

 

Once we took Brinkley

to the ocean for what we're

assuming was his first time.

It was Clam Beach where dogs

are allowed... OK.

He ran straight to the ocean,

backed his butt up against the

waves, and well ...

Let's just say it wasn't easy

collecting what he left behind

as it was washing back and forth

with the waves... oh my.

Watching these dogs enjoy

their morning exercise,

was perhaps the best

part of our weekend trip.

Not having a dog for three years

has been sort of nice,

only because we can just lock the door

and leave for wherever

our wanderlust takes us.

~

   Except now... we're ready.  

We're probably going

to start earnestly searching for

 another rescued friend.

Because I think we

both fell in love with Yellow Dog.