Saturday, July 28, 2007
The smell of a wet dog...part 2
It seems every time you hear about a match-making service or watch one of those old "Love Connection" game shows on the Game Show Network, that people always claim "long walks on the beach" as one of their main interests. Seriously though....who doesn't like walking on the beach at sunset?
For the last night of our vacation at Fripp island, we took the dogs and headed down to the sandy strip for some fun in that perfect time between sunlight and moonlight. There were more people there that night than on the previous nights and we had to leave the dogs on the leash for a while. Other people were walking as their kids rode ahead on rusty beach house bikes, then stopping, looking back, and waiting for mom and dad to catch up.
A group of people down towards the inlet was trying to fly a very large power kite...you know...the kind that you use for kite surfing or for use with a mountain board or 3 wheeled kite luge. They kept having problems with it and it would go down hard into the sand. Jack and Camden watched it for a while trying to figure out what it was, but then they finally turned their attention to the bare strip of beach in front of them with no walkers, bikers, or wave watchers. They turned back to look at me as if to question whether the leashes would be coming off soon.
As soon as I unhooked their tethers, the dogs took off like it was one of those posh greyhound races where people bet while sipping mint julips. Jack really does run like the wind.
Jack ended up finding this shecrab on the beach trying to bury herself and lay a load of eggs. He would get close and sniff her out, then she would snap her claws as quick as a ninja at his nose and he would jump back before trying to sniff her again. He began to enjoy the game and soon started to fake a paw fight with her. She really didn't enjoy the idea of a 60 lb dog crushing her and her future progeny, so she dug deep and disappeared.
Between watching the dogs, walking with my wife, and enjoying the picturesque scene at the eastern edge of America, it was one of the more memorable nights I've had in a long time.
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