June 22, 2009
Beach Dogs
What do you do when life doesn't behave properly?  It seems there are many approaches to this
problem.  I usually take the easiest approach, whatever it is.
I took the dogs to the beach the other morning after being sprayed with mud by a dipshit in a
flatbed, and as I strolled towards the water for a swim in the ocean it occurred to me that other
people's dogs often followed them in or at least to the water's edge.  Mine seemed content to roam
the beach periphery, sniffing things and so forth.   This behavior is not new, but sometimes it
concerns me.  Muttly used to run about on the beach with me, but Muttinhead, having a thick black
coat of fur, seems inclined to the shade.  Rocky Raccoon will do some sprints and jumps and playful
antics then either return to the car or disappear into the tree line.  I did my dip in the big pond, then
had a stroll down the beach, place all to myself, beautiful.  

After a bit of walking I wondered what the dogs may be up to..I looked back towards the car and
couldn't see it.  I scanned the treeline and saw no signs of doglife.  I wondered "hmm".  I thought,
"fuck it".  Then I got a glimpse of movement out of my right eye (
the good one), It's Muttinhead moving
stealthily through the shadows of the palms and driftwood piles just even with me, beach-wise.  Then
there was a flash of a black and white blur flying over a stump.  Little Dog was out there too.  I
suddenly felt stalked.  "Do they want to isolate me and eat me?"  I pondered,  "
Nah..." Then, after
ruminating a little,  "Dogs aren't as stupid as they look."  It slowly dawned on me, "I left my wallet,
keys, and sandals in the open car way back up the beach".

I turned and strolled back to the car.  We all arrived at the same time.
jungle journal, June 22, 2009, tsdaly