May 30, 2010 20:49
I've decided that for the remainder of the time I'm here, Boston and I will take nightly beach walks. The salt water seems to be doing amazing things for his irritated paws. Well today as we were heading back home we passed a couple with their daughter and a Jack Russell Terrier. Boston is the the picture of submission, so I was worried that this little dog would end up getting scared and biting the crud out of my poor 90 lb Lab. With this in mind, I started to head up the beach a ways into the softer sand. When Boston got a look of that Terrier he thought he had found his new puppy play mate and yanked on his lead. This actually sent me flying forward, arse over teakettle, and I face plant right into the sand. I told him to get his fuzzy butt back over to me and he happily sat down next to me. Giving him a big sandy hug I told him he was much too big to be playing with such a little dog. The man's reply while gesturing to his wife was, "I've been telling her that for years."
We got a good laugh out of my sandy predicament and I'm actually still picking sandy out of my hair.
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