While staying at Chez Richer, Dante has fit in nicely with the routine I prescribe for my own wee doggie, that is, regular "walkies" in the morning and in the evening. Actually, what's pretty funny is that both My Beloved Husband and Fr. John watch "The Dog Whisperer" and go all Cesar Millan on the dogs, doing his signature hiss while the dogs regard them both with looks of abject amusement. Okay, perhaps Mark is better at it than my priest, but then, my husband will also pick up Josie by the scruff of her neck, bring her to eye level, and ask her quietly, "Do you want to die tonight?", which has a remarkable effect on her, calming her instantly.
But today, ah today, Dante experienced something completely new . . .
Today was sunny and, while the temperatures were still cool, it was warm in the sunshine. Loading the dogs and the Digispawn into my Subaru Forester, we headed off for Dog Beach. The pictures below tell the tale and why Dante is suddenly suffering froma lapse of memory as to who his true owner is (although his owner could revive the practice from his earlier life of surfing AND bring his dog with him, thus affording both exercise and the opportunity to gain Fresh Air and Sunshine . . . I'm just saying . . . ).
If you are buried in the sand, beware roving Corgi puppies who will attack with licks!