Surf's up Brod

Last week I decided it was time to introduce Brodie to the surf and sand! 

We have been here for a while now and I'm sure he as smelled it more than a time or two but there are no 'dog beaches' in the area that I can find so we hadn't gone yet. 

He has changed much since we drove the 1200 or so miles to get here. No longer is he afraid of the car or gets sick on the road. Now he is raring to go (except with Grandpa... won't get in the car with him -probably a good thing).

I took him in the evening since I figured most people would be gone from the beach it was in the high 60's and breezy- so all the southern sissies went in for the night. Us die hard northerners were out walking our dogs! ;-)

Awww Brodie's first time on the beach

isn't he Preeeecious!

Since we had the beach to ourselves I let him off lead (which I'm pretty sure is against the rules) and gave him leave to run ( also against the rules, I think).

My boy immediately launches into crazy dog routine them minute is said "Run"! 

And run he did...flying up the beach to the break water.

And then back down to me...and Oh look... he is making a left turn!!

Unlike watching Nascar, I find this highly entertaining!!

Trying to catch Lightening McBrodie here on camera however, is not so entertaining.

Crap... I lost him for a moment, oh wait  here he comes back to me...phew scared me there for a mo.

Pause to check out um, something.  Hmmmm

There he goes again... Aak yuk! Don't bite the sand!! Aakky Aakky!!


And he's off...again

If I could only catch him on video I could share the hysteria.

He really is so fast that is it hard for me to keep up with him when I am standing still... Doh- taking pictures  of him I mean.

No - Really!

Mom, do we have to do another photo op????

Poor Brodie, no matter how much he loved smelling everything new, playing on the beach, and the freedom to run, he was not so enamored of the waves coming at him.

 Really really did not like them what- so -ever.

But good boy that he is, he posed right wherever I wanted him and let me take as many pictures as I wanted. Even if the surf was up by his toes.

Got my toes in the water...

And my ass in the sand.         Thank you Jessie for making that song stuck in my head!

Somebody told me the other day that I look like a Floridian. What exactly does that mean?? What? I'm fat? Ugly? Dress funny? Frizzy Haired (hehe)... Okay, I am guessing they are referring to that perpetual mango-ey color my skin has now become from my frequent "day off at the beach" sojourn. 

Some people call it red but I like to call it mango...my son's word, I used to call it apricoty. I'm trying to be careful with my skin so I don't end up wearing shoe leather on my face. That would be a serious tragedy!

My friend Rick, back home thinks I spend all of my time there, All of his phone messages start with " are you at the beach?".  But the reality is maay-be once a week is about all I go.  

The other day there was a guy who was flying a kite at the beach. Now I have seen people fly kites but never quiet like this. This kite had two strings and two handles.


Kite Dude was would let the kite fly high in the sky then swoop, low over the water and just make it hang there.

Pretty dern cool to watch while I walked in the surf and tried to take pictures.

It was kind of funny to see how the "real" birds reacted to the kite bird. They didn't like this large "bird" so much.

This is Kite Dude, playing with his bird and getting in the way of my sailboat shot.











More Kite Dude getting in the way...

Since I couldn't keep Kite Dude out of my picture  I finally decided to crop him out! 

However- after taking another look, I thought to post this original just because I think it looks kinda cool.

Here is the sun hat I keep thinking I am going to work on while I sit on the beach...Oh yah, like that was really going to happen! I keep bringing it and thinking about it. Sometimes I may even crochet a couple of stitches.

But then I realized I had this birds nest and said Eff it and put it away.