I love the beach. We have it very near our house, so we go there almost every day. I love the spaciousness of it, I love sensing the silky sand underneath my feet, how soft it is and yet hard enough to give me a solid grip when I press my feet down to jump really high. I love the fresh water of the ocean to cool me down after some thorough running.
There are a lot of things I love to do on the beach. Like running, playing with other dogs, digging deep holes and fetching ball. When I am lucky there are seagulls for chasing. When I am even more lucky, there are funny little birds I do not know the name of. They are small, like little balls, they have very short legs but they can run so fast one does not see the legs anymore. Of course I am faster. Too bad they can fly.
No matter what the weather is like: the beach is always the best place to go.
I am home again. No more mountains for walking, but the vast beach for running!
I met some new friends and we ran together. I like that!
The holiday was grand, traveling through Europe and hiking in the mountains and vineyards of Italy, Germany and France. I had a great time and so did M and P. But it is good to be back home again. I do like going on holiday and having Adventures abroad. But if I am very honest about holidays: the part I like best is coming back home. And finding that the beach is still here, and all my soft beds and my favorite viewpoint from our house.
What can I say. Woods, little paths, a myriad of smells, little woodland things that tickle between my toes. Bliss!
I slept a little extra for a few days, recovering from my holiday with Nicoline. Holidays with her and her pack are nice, but strenuous like a bootcamp. A bootcamp for a week! So I was tired. But not anymore. I am ready for some running in the woods and on the beach!
We had a nice run, M and I. We did our usual walking track, through the forest and the dunes and the beach and back. But this time we did it as a running training, well, kind of a running training. As I wrote before M does this training that feels more like playing than like a heavy workout. I like that, I always prefer playing above serious stuff. The catch in this method is that it feels like playing but actually it is quite a workout, M tells me. I wouldn’t know about that, it doesn’t feel like a workout to me. It is just fun, hiking through the forest and the dunes. The pace is not running to me, just a slightly quicker walk.
On the beach M sets me loose so I can do some real running. This morning I ran as fast as I could through the water and I raced over the sand. I am the fastest dog on the beach! I love it.
After this we returned home, M running and me trotting next to her. It would be nice if we could run together, but M would have to become zillions times faster than she is now. She has been training for some time and it hasn’t happened, so I guess this is it for her. P is too slow for me too. Now I think of it: I never met a human who is as fast as I am. So I guess I will have to run on my own. Well, that is okay, I don’t mind.
I like chasing birds and cats and little dogs, but most of all I like to chase foxes. I did it once. We were walking through a field and there it was, a slender fox, right in front of me. In cases like this I do not hesitate: I was off full speed immediately. The fox saw me too (they are not stupid, you know) and started to run towards some bushes. In order to get there, it had to cross the path where we were walking. I sensed where it was going and I raced towards the bushes too, intercepting the fox on his way there. I missed him by half a nose length – he escaped in the prickly bushes. Men, he was fast!
It was the best chase I ever had.
I would love to get another chance of hunting fox. So you can imagine I was thrilled when we were walking in the dunes and there it was, a big fat fox. Just sitting there, in the sunlight.
I smelled it and my muscles started to tense. It was pretty far away and there was a hollow with some prickly bushes between us, so I had to think up a clever plan in order to make this hunt succeed. Then the fox did this:
He arched his back to shit! This was a great opportunity for me, the moment to start the chase. You see: when one defecates, one is temporarily focussed on just that. One can not run and defecate at the same time. Every dog knows this. This was my chance to get close to the fox, he would never be able to outrun me.
But to my great misfortune M had me on a leash and would not let me go. I couldn’t believe she did not let me, I still can’t believe it. This could have been my one and only chance to chase a fox again! I am depressed, really depressed.
This new year started with a surprise for me. A not so good and a good surprise in one: M and P packed their bags and have gone on a holiday, without me. Not so good. I went to Nicoline to have my own holiday. Good.
You can see I have mixed feelings about this. But, as a dog, I usually think positive. You know me: always on the bright side. And I think my own holiday will turn out fine. Because I am not only with Nicoline, but with my favorite pack, too! The Bandidos! Boss is here, and Stitch and Swiff and a lot of other rough friends. We will have loads of fun. Chasing each other on the beach and all that.
You won’t hear from me for some time, because being with the Bandidos is hard work. There won’t be any time for quiet writing. Sorry about that! I will tell you all about my adventures later. So long!
We just returned from the beach and it was awesome. It has been storming all night, so the sea was rough and the air was clean. I did not meet any friends, M and I were alone. So we played ball and I ran.
Every dog loves the beach. The space, the vastness… no matter rain or sunshine or storm, it is always very nice to be there. Running on the beach is a great way to start the day!