The garden dog went to the beach, or as we call it in Oregon, the coast.
At the start Max wondered where he was going. (I hope it’s not the vet.)
The road goes from our valley straight west, over the low mountains we call the Coast Range. It takes over an hour to get there.
BUT SO WORTH THE TRIP!
He was glad he remembered to bring his people.
Sand is to dig.
It was a perfect day. Warm and breezy with big waves.
Nice noisy ocean.
There were hardly any people except the ones he brought so Max didn’t even need his leash.
Little bubbles came up as the waves went back out. (Sand squirrels probably.)
He entertained his people.
Sometimes the ocean makes you think about life.
(I wonder where all my lost rubber balls are…)
It really wasn’t what you’d call crowded.
There were more people at the second beach, and a trail in from a park.
Dogs are allowed on all Oregon beaches, and all Oregon beaches are public.
No time for naps.
Max got a little tired.
It got later.
Back at the car, Max drank a lot of water (no beer).
But he was so hot and tired that he saved his dinner and ate it later.
It was nice to get back home…