About a week and a half ago Jeremy and I decided to take the dogs to the beach, because dogs like that, right? WRONG. Wrong wrong wrong. It was a dramatic time. Even though we moved back here last summer, the dogs have never been to the ocean, so it was a completely new experience for them. Weetzie didn't mind so much; she didn't care for the water, but seemed to like hanging out on the sand. George was scared of everything. Poor guy. The texture of the sand, the noise, the water, it was all too much and we had to leave! It's okay though, not every dog is a beach-loving dog, and mine would much rather stick with napping most of the day and going on their somewhat-predictable walks.
The one thing they really liked was having a wide-open space to run on their leashes with Jeremy. That part was pretty adorable.
This photo really encapsulates the Ocean Fear that George was experiencing. I felt so bad for him, but at the same time the sand on his nose/wide-eyed-panic look is so endearingly hilarious.