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I have returned from the beach!
...And in truth, we were out there for a shorter time than expected, because my grandmother had guests over the night before we were supposed to head out, and they stayed overnight, so schedules were messed up and I don't exactly get what happened, but we wound up leaving Friday instead. C'est la vie, I guess.
It was nice out there. Hot and humid during the day and storms that didn't get rid of the heat and humidity at night because the weather decided to be rude, but still nice.
It could have been better, though, to be honest. We should have stayed longer, I must say. Just a weekend like this is far too short. Even the extra day would have been better. The weather, again, could have been nicer, but there was no way to change that.
And then... there's the puppy. That dog... He's calmed down considerably now that he's two, but there is still a lot more to go. In the car, he cannot sit still. You'd think it would be easier for him to lay down and go to sleep for a couple hours, but no, he has to see everything. Which means he jumps on my lap, then jumps off my lap, then jumps on my lap, then jumps off my lap. The first couple times, it's cute, but when he can't make up his mind where he wants to be, and he starts trying to grab something from under the barricade that keeps him from trying to get to the front seats, and he decides to bark shrilly at cars for the first few minutes, it gets old fast. And that's not to mention how he was when we actually got there. You have to constantly keep an eye on him or he'll get himself into trouble. He'll follow anyone who gets up, specifically putting himself in the way of the path so that he can make sure he sticks with you, to the point where sometimes he had to be on a leash in the house in order for him to not be in the way. You can't leave him alone at night or he barks like mad, so Mom and Dad had to take turns staying downstairs with him all night. Everyone wants to go out to dinner? Too bad, because if he's in his crate and everyone leaves, he howls.
I get that he isn't our previous dog, and he'll never be him or even just like him, but could he at least behave himself? It never used to be this difficult out there, but everyone almost seems more stressed than when we went out there, and that's not the point of going to the beach. It's supposed to be a time to relax, darn it!
But oh well. Long story short, I'm home now.
...And in truth, we were out there for a shorter time than expected, because my grandmother had guests over the night before we were supposed to head out, and they stayed overnight, so schedules were messed up and I don't exactly get what happened, but we wound up leaving Friday instead. C'est la vie, I guess.
It was nice out there. Hot and humid during the day and storms that didn't get rid of the heat and humidity at night because the weather decided to be rude, but still nice.
It could have been better, though, to be honest. We should have stayed longer, I must say. Just a weekend like this is far too short. Even the extra day would have been better. The weather, again, could have been nicer, but there was no way to change that.
And then... there's the puppy. That dog... He's calmed down considerably now that he's two, but there is still a lot more to go. In the car, he cannot sit still. You'd think it would be easier for him to lay down and go to sleep for a couple hours, but no, he has to see everything. Which means he jumps on my lap, then jumps off my lap, then jumps on my lap, then jumps off my lap. The first couple times, it's cute, but when he can't make up his mind where he wants to be, and he starts trying to grab something from under the barricade that keeps him from trying to get to the front seats, and he decides to bark shrilly at cars for the first few minutes, it gets old fast. And that's not to mention how he was when we actually got there. You have to constantly keep an eye on him or he'll get himself into trouble. He'll follow anyone who gets up, specifically putting himself in the way of the path so that he can make sure he sticks with you, to the point where sometimes he had to be on a leash in the house in order for him to not be in the way. You can't leave him alone at night or he barks like mad, so Mom and Dad had to take turns staying downstairs with him all night. Everyone wants to go out to dinner? Too bad, because if he's in his crate and everyone leaves, he howls.
I get that he isn't our previous dog, and he'll never be him or even just like him, but could he at least behave himself? It never used to be this difficult out there, but everyone almost seems more stressed than when we went out there, and that's not the point of going to the beach. It's supposed to be a time to relax, darn it!
But oh well. Long story short, I'm home now.